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Twelve-year-old Harry Ross, his younger brothers and their father, Samuel, were on the move in 1990. The Rosses had been living in the Bong Mine Community in Liberia, where Harry’s dad worked as an electrical engineer for a German-based mining company until the outbreak of the Liberian Civil War stunted the company’s efforts.

Boys in tow, Samuel headed for the only exit out of the town at the time.

A line of about 200 people formed at a rebel-held checkpoint. Harry noticed that not everyone made it to the other side. The soldiers pulled some out of line, behind a house at the checkpoint. Harry heard gunshots, but only saw the soldiers return from behind the house.

A soldier with bloodshot eyes signaled for the Rosses to step forward. One question would determine if they lived or died: What is your tribe? The rebels withheld their weapons if they got responses in an indigenous Liberian dialect.

Otherwise, they escorted you to your final destination behind the house.

Sixteen tribes with their own unique dialects compose the ethnic makeup of most of Liberia, a country on the western coast of Africa, 5,700 miles across the Atlantic Ocean from the United States. They long predate the freed African American slaves who are credited with founding the country in 1847 with help from the American Colonization Society.

Many say the legacy of those black Americans, or Americo-Liberians, living and ruling over Liberia for more than 150 years ignited two Liberian civil wars that spanned 14 years off and on, claiming at least 250,000 lives. The wars displaced at least 1.5 million Liberians and discouraged many from ever coming back.

The Rosses descend from the Kru tribe, but didn’t speak the language. Assuming they were all Americos, the soldiers prepared to execute Samuel and his sons at the checkpoint, until another rebel intervened.

“This man is not one of those—I know him,” Harry recalls a soldier saying of his father. “He’s a good man.” The young man used to work for Harry’s dad.

Their brief reunion saved the Ross family but stuck with Harry as the war waged on in Liberia until 2003.

Now 40, with a salt-and-pepper beard lining a still-youthful face, Harry fidgets as waves of painful memories crash over his brow while we sit in the altar of United Christian Assembly Church in Brooklyn, N.Y. His church home is a warehouse-turned-worship hall where a congregation of Liberians just finished Sunday service.

The Kru tribe is native to the area surrounding Sinoe County in Liberia, where Mississippi slave owners began sending emancipated slaves in 1835.

The largest group to ever emigrate to Liberia came from the Prospect Hill Plantation in Lorman, Miss. Harry is 80-percent sure he descends from the black Americans who toiled the cotton fields for Prospect Hill’s owner, Isaac Ross.

Like many of the freed slaves who went to Liberia, Harry’s dad also learned only English. Harry was even further removed, as he has still never even been to Sinoe County. On a dark night in 1990, this cultural dissonance almost got them killed.

“Liberians’ whole cultural system is messed up,” Harry said. “We don’t know whether we’re Americans or whether we’re Liberians. It’s just messed up.”

Harry now works as a youth counselor in New Jersey, where he lives with his wife and kids. He has intentionally been on a path for answers and healing that took him all the way to Prospect Hill last year. He hopes to find answers for himself, but also for a generation of ailing Liberians still getting over the trauma of war.

“I think Liberia still needs healing, reconciliation,” he said. “Just telling the story of the Mississippians that left Prospect Hill, I think that’s a good platform that we can start the conversation of how do we heal ourselves?”

‘Back’ to Liberia

Prospect Hill sits off a gravelly dirt road just past The Old Country Store, a buffet renowned for some of the finest chicken ever seasoned and fried to a golden crisp. The towering witness trees, likely older than the state itself, almost form a tunnel leading up to a dark green gate that appears out of nowhere.

The clicks of Cicadas communicating echoed throughout the woods, and wasps sought refuge from the scorching Mississippi July sun in the hole where a doorbell should be.

The home on a hill showed years of neglect from peeling wallpaper to rickety stairs from the original house—the first one had burned in 1845 allegedly from a slave revolt that resulted in the death of a 6-year-old girl, Martha Richardson, who is buried in the cemetery on the grounds.

This is the scene Harry Ross saw in June 2017 when two documentarians from Blue Magnolia Films flew him down to visit as part of a project about the space. Harry got into the network of Mississippians invested in Prospect Hill’s history when he read Alan Huffman’s opus “Mississippi in Africa” soon after he won a green card lottery and moved to the New York area in 2007.

Huffman’s book, and Harry’s subsequent conversations with the author, helped assuage his long-stemmed curiosity about his American-sounding name.

Samuel Alfred Ross was once the vice president of Liberia like his father before him. He was born in the capital of Sinoe County, Greenville, named after Jefferson County Judge James Green, who sent some of the first freed Mississippi slaves to Liberia in 1835. Samuel Ross was also the name of Harry’s great-great-great grandfather.

These Rosses are said to have come from Georgia, but it is hard for even historians like Huffman to know for sure.

“That’s what I have for now,” Harry told me in October.

Harry Ross, a Liberian who believes he descends from Mississippi, stands in front of his church in Brooklyn, N.Y., on Oct. 7, 2018. Credit: Ko Bragg

As Huffman details, Isaac came to Mississippi when he was in his 40s after fighting in the Revolutionary War army as a captain. In 1808, near present-day Alcorn State University, he started a slave-fueled cotton plantation.

By 1836, Isaac probated his will stipulating that when his daughter Margaret Reed died, Prospect Hill would go up for sale, and that money would fund the voyage for slaves who chose to emigrate to the Mississippi in Africa colony in Liberia. Others would be sold in family units. Isaac also wanted to use proceeds to build an institution of learning in Liberia, and if the colony didn’t work out, then it would be erected in Mississippi. He died in 1838.

However, Huffman writes that Isaac’s grandson and namesake, Isaac Ross Wade, was slated to only get a secretary desk and case of books as part of the will. In 1838, at age 20, Wade moved into the Prospect Hill mansion. He and his mother, Jane—Isaac’s last surviving child—took to court to keep control of Isaac’s property.

Their legal argument was that Isaac’s will violated state code prohibiting manumitting (freeing) slaves. After a decade of court battles that exhausted most of Isaac’s estate, Wade was out of options to appeal the will’s conditions. Around 140 Prospect Hill workers set sail for Liberia on Jan. 22, 1849, and Wade continued contesting the will in court until the U.S. Civil War began in 1861.

‘A Nobler Cause?’

The American Colonization Society stepped in and helped litigate the proceedings around Issac’s will.

As James Ciment writes in his book “Another America: The Story of Liberia and the Former Slaves Who Ruled It,” on the evening of winter solstice in 1816, a group of men met to establish the American Colonization Society in Washington, D.C. Present were U.S. Rep. John Randolph of Virginia; Rep. Robert Wright of Maryland; Robert E. Lee; Francis Scott Key; Sen. Daniel Webster, and speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives Henry Clay, who led the meeting.

“Can there be a nobler cause than that which, whilst it proposed to rid our country of a useless and pernicious, if not dangerous portion of its population, contemplates the spreading of the arts of civilized life, and the possible redemption from ignorance and barbarism of a benighted quarter of the globe?” Clay said then.

The reason for manumitting slaves on the condition that they expatriate was that white men feared black insurrection. This was especially true after the Haitian Revolution of 1791, Nat Turner’s rebellion in 1831 and other lesser-known slave revolts throughout the nation.

Banishing them to Africa under the guise of freedom and missionary work mitigated those fears. Many states, Mississippi included, then chartered their own colonization societies to continue this tradition until money, and interest, ran dry.

Seeing that many freed slaves took the surname of their owners, last names like Harry’s are one of the long-lasting determining factors of heritage and ancestry in Liberia.

However, some native Liberians have adopted “American” last names over the years, sometimes while working essentially as indentured servants for well-off Americo-Liberians.

But now, as the political climate shifts under a new president, George Manneh Weah, who ran a campaign that touted his roots as a native Liberian, some are hopeful that his symbolic leadership will heal the country. Others, like Harry, who have lasting memories of the violent war that divided the country along tribal lines, too, are skeptics at best.

“There are still traces of that bad blood between the natives and the descendants of the free slaves,” Harry said. “Even the Weah government, I think that’s one of the challenges.”

‘It’s Pro-Poor Times!’

On a welcome hot day in July, which falls during the monsoon-like rainy season, the Sinkor neighborhood of Monrovia, Liberia, teemed with shoppers and salesmen alike. In front of an ATM adjacent to the Royal Grand Hotel, security guards with sing-song Liberian accents cracked jokes.

“It’s Pro-Poor times, so it’s on you,” one said, referencing Weah’s platform.

Weah, now 52, took the oath of office in January 2018 as an unabashed native Liberian. Weah follows Africa’s first duly elected woman president, Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf, who came into office after three years of a post-war transitional government. Sirleaf led for 12 years, or two terms, keeping the country relatively calm. She won the Nobel Peace Prize jointly in 2011 with Leymah Gbowee and Tawakkul Karman for “their non-violent struggle for the safety of women and for women’s rights to full participation in peace-building work.”

Women-led protests resulted in ousting warlord Charles Taylor. But Johnson-Sirleaf also drew criticism for supporting Taylor financially in his early days.

Liberia’s new president did not garner public attention as a politician, but rather as an internationally acclaimed soccer star from the 1980s into the early 2000s. Weah campaigned on “Pro-Poor” sentiments, which Liberians find both inspirational and hilarious.

“It just has become a cliche—it’s not anything in action anymore,” said Liberian journalist Siatta Scott-Johnson. “It’s just become a joke: I’m in my Pro-Poor dress, or I’m eating my Pro-Poor food. To mean slang, it can mean you’re broke.”

Two administrations and nearly two decades after the end of civil war that defined life for a generation of Liberians that still grapple with its aftermath, child soldiers mull over whether they should have fought at all. Students wonder if this celebrity president will make lasting change. Women wonder how they will feed their families. Some, not convinced that Weah’s identity politics will build bridges, see a teetering country with potential to backslide.

“The majority of those that voted for Weah voted for him on the platform that he identifies with the natives,” Harry said.

“If we still have that mindset, I wouldn’t be surprised to see Liberia going back to the last 20 years. It just needs something to trigger us.”

For the Love of Liberty…

Throughout the days leading up to July 26, 2018—Liberia’s Independence Day—teenage boys weaved in and out of traffic on foot to sell assorted goods and Liberian flags on Tubman Boulevard, the main thoroughfare in Liberia’s capital of Monrovia.

The city takes its name from James Monroe, the fifth president of the United States and supporter of the American Colonization Society. The main strip takes its name from President William Tubman, who led Liberia from 1944 to his death in 1971 as a member of the True Whig Party.

The harsh midday sun bounced off the hundreds of white lonestars in the blue canton of the Liberian flag. The design, from the color scheme to the star and stripes, is a nod to the country’s status as the first western republic in Africa. The 11 red and white stripes represent each of the signatories, all former American slaves, who officiated the country’s Declaration of Independence, constitution and motto—”For the Love of Liberty Brought Us Here.

“From the get-go, when Liberia was first founded, the settlers came in with that individualistic mindset,” Harry told me. “[T]oday we still argue, who do we refer to as the ‘us.’ Does it exclude the group that we met here?”

Former American slaves migrated to Liberia as an early Back-to-Africa movement, colonized the land, formed the governmental structure and ruled the country under the True Whig Party from 1847 to 1980. Despite making up just around 5 percent of the population, black Americans in Liberia implemented a rule similar to the oppression they left behind.

Americo settlers depended on the native population in Liberia to help them survive the transition into their new home. The U.S. government only backed the effort with $100,000, and within three weeks of the first voyage in 1820, one-fourth of the immigrants had died of various illnesses. Survivors often wrote letters to their former owners asking for more money.

Once they got their footing and bullied their way into getting land from the natives, many Americo-Liberians built grand homes and all but enslaved native Liberians to do chores and labor for them.

Their rule came to a head when President William Tolbert, former vice president under Tubman, was assassinated in a coup in 1980 in Monrovia.

Samuel Doe, who led the Krahn-tribe-fronted Armed Forces of Liberia, ordered Tolbert’s murder. Doe had control for nearly 10 years.

Meanwhile, Charles Taylor plotted his own rise through the National Patriotic Front of Liberia with help from Libya’s Muammar Gaddafi. Around the same time, however, Taylor’s former ally, Prince Johnson of the Gio tribe, actually captured Monrovia with a rival faction that tortured Doe on video, which is allegedly still circulating on YouTube. Johnson sipped an American beer while men sliced Doe’s ear before killing him. Johnson later fled, and in his absence, Taylor ushered in a civil war along ethnic lines.

Liberia under Taylor was unabashedly violent. During a pause between wars in 1997, Taylor ran for president and won on the campaign slogan: “He killed my ma, he killed my pa, but I will vote for him.” The election was democratic, but fear-laden.

Fighting resumed in 1999 and continued until 2003, with the formation of two native-led rebel groups fighting to get Taylor out of office. Following women-led protests and negotiations that went all the way to Ghana, Taylor was arrested and ultimately convicted of 11 counts of “aiding and abetting” war crimes and crimes against humanity. He was sentenced to 50 years at The Hague in 2013.

Taylor’s ex-wife, Jewel, currently serves as Liberia’s vice president alongside Weah.

The flags’ stripes blurred in the wind the boys created behind them as they ran up the middle of the highway, hoping to make a sale. As the boys hustled, others prepared for upcoming Independence Day celebrations, cookouts, parades and presidential sightings. But there was also a lot of whispering about how whether people would celebrate at all because of the state of the economy under Weah.

‘A Dead Body Woke Up’

Sianneh Beyan, 32, lives down a winding dirt road about an hour outside Monrovia and 8,000 miles from the similarly disrepaired, unmarked gravel streets of Mississippi. Still, many remark how far the streets have come since car-sized craters lined the roads post-war.

Two days after Independence Day, Beyan sat as her son played in the severed half of a plastic white barrel filled with water. The hearty 11-month-old toddler, Charles Allen, soon whimpered in hunger, as he crawled into his mother’s lap. Beyan removed her breast from her black T-shirt with a sideways McDonald’s arch on it and fed her boy as she continued to chat. They hadn’t celebrated the holiday.

“I didn’t have nothing to do,” she said to me as she nursed her son.

Beyan was almost one of the 4,800 lives the Ebola virus claimed in Liberia between 2014 and 2015. Her fight against the virus began with a headache in August 2014. The pain persisted into the next day, and once she began vomiting and feeling weak, she went to an Ebola treatment unit where she slipped into a coma.

When she finally came to, Beyan remembers seeing a white light and feeling like she could hear her mother’s voice. She felt like she was bouncing, so she started to wiggle, and as the motion continued, she punched the air until she hit the ground.

Beyan woke up in a white body bag as workers in hazmat suits carried her on a stretcher, likely headed to the incinerator. Doctors sent early cadavers infected with Ebola to be burned to limit spread of the virus while the government decided on a burial plan. No one wanted to go near Beyan in the bag because she had seemingly risen from the dead.

“They said a dead body woke up,” she recalled.

She remembers people, including medical staff, running from her and screaming. Finally, someone got the courage to cut Beyan out of the bag.

As Beyan recovered at a treatment center, the nurses would not come near her—some would get just close enough to toss food at her.

Other times, Beyan just went to get food and drink herself.

“That woman, she died,” Beyan recalled people saying of her.

Now, a single mother after losing her husband to Ebola, Beyan said she suffers from the lasting Ebola stigma that catalyzed a suicide attempt in April. She and her kids sleep at a red-roofed house across a pasture because her home, a single-room lined with dirt floors underneath a tin-scrap structure, floods with water whenever it rains. She worries the woman will find out she had Ebola and force Beyan and her kids to sleep in what she calls “the leaking house.”

Beyan blames her suffering, in part, on President Weah.

“We’re suffering under the new president because the people say the new president, no money,” she said with a thick Liberian accent. She explained how tough it is to afford rice. She said a half bag of rice costs 2,250 LRD, or $12.

Rice became a political commodity in 1979 when President Tolbert implemented a rice tax to encourage in-country production, rather than depending on imports. It is a staple of most Liberian dishes, and also a point of comparison for price surges.

“We’re suffering more than before; everything is high,” she added.

Beyan sees the way out of her circumstances through a better leader in the executive mansion.

“I pray for Liberia to get a good, good president,” she said just before recalling the good old days in the country—ones her children have not seen.

“The president will make the nation to look good. But with no good leader, the nation will always be down. Yeah.”

‘Liberia Is Very Peaceful’

In July in Paynesville, a suburb of Monrovia, Joseph Duo, now 40, had just returned from playing soccer. He sat on a lawn chair in his yard off a nondescript road that seemed to exist only on a need-to-know basis. On the road up to his house from Monrovia to Paynesville, women hand-washed clothes and hung linen out to dry. The Independence Day spirit seemed to miss this side of town.

“What party when 95 percent of the citizens are suffering, ain’t got food to eat?” Duo said.

Joseph Duo, who was captured in one of the most iconic photos from the Liberian civil war, sits in his yard in Paynesville, Liberia, on July 26, 2018. Credit: Ko Bragg

One of the most iconic images of the Liberian civil wars is of Duo in his 20s mid-air, rifle in hand, twisted hair affray on a bridge leading into Monrovia, as he and other child soldiers he commanded aimed their weapons. The late Chris Hondros snapped it for Getty. Duo had left school in 10th grade to join Charles Taylor’s army.

“Nobody knew what they were fighting for,” Duo said. That included him.

Duo said every day was his worst day, but he recalled one in particular in 2000 when a rocket-propelled grenade burned his face and scarred his legs. Bad days continued after the war ended. From 2004 to 2005, he said he didn’t associate with people much and felt like he heard mosquitoes buzzing when others spoke to him.

With the war’s end soon after the iconic photo, Taylor fled into exile in August 2003. The photographer later returned and found Duo living in a shack. He offered to pay the young man’s way through night school. Duo later studied criminal justice at a Monrovia university, and got work as an actor and then training police officers in Paynesville.

Now, he struggles with feeling both disappointed about fighting in the war but also like a hero who contributed to a revolution that gives indigenous Liberians the permission to speak their minds and complain even about the government.

Duo has since traded in twists for a closely shaven haircut and guns for politics. He ran unsuccessfully for a legislative position last year during the campaign of now-President Weah. Duo wanted to tackle the country’s economic and corruption faults, as an example of transformation. He believes the wealthy oppress the poor in an “economic war.” “Liberia is very peaceful,” he told me on July 26. “Only economic crisis we got now.”

Duo said he will run again in 2022, and in the meantime supports the president, whom the former soldier believes is “doing his best.” Seven months in office wasn’t enough for Duo to pass judgment—President Weah needs two to three years, he added, perhaps diplomatically.

‘Happy 26 on You’

This economically dark year marked President George Weah’s first Independence Day in office. Morning light on July 26 danced atop the military barracks at the Barclay Training Center in Monrovia. Armed forces lined up to salute the president upon his arrival in a fleet of all-black, mid-sized SUVs topped with flashing police lights.

Weah stepped onto a red carpet that led to a raised platform, also lined with red carpeting. He placed his hand over his heart as “Hail to the Chief” blared over the speakers. Drones buzzed overhead.

Without saying a word, the president got back into his black car to head over to the Centennial Memorial Pavilion to deliver a speech in one of the oldest parts of Monrovia. For hours, barefoot dancers and drummers in patriotic colors sang and tossed their hips as they circled around another red carpet that would soon host the president.

“Happy 26 on you,” people in red, white and blue scarves, diplomats and women in traditional garb uttered to each other as they processed into the pavilion to hear Weah.

“No matter who you are and where you are, opposition or not, in the rural parts of the country or in the Diaspora, in the towns or villages or in the city; so as long as you are a Liberian, it is your patriotic and nationalistic duty to put your hands on deck to help us build our country,” Weah said in his remarks.

The Student Unification Party, led by Butu Levi and Martin Kollie (center), protest the president on July 26, 2018, Liberian Independence Day. Photo courtesy Images Africa Credit: Images Africa

About an hour before the president arrived to salute the troops, Martin Kollie, a student-protester with the Student Unification Party, texted me to say about 200 students had gathered to protest Independence Day, and that police pepper-sprayed them. They regrouped in front of the U.S. embassy—about a half-mile away from the pavilion where Weah spoke.

Police showed up near the embassy four minutes after I did. Residents of the shanty town directly across the street walked up the slippery rocks to get a better look at the commotion, some smiling, some laughing.

Students in khaki combat outfits that constitute the Student Unification Party uniforms, held signs that condemned the president and made demands. “Instead of Pro-Poor it is Pro-Rich,” one read. “Declare your Assets Now!” another said. “Weah has lost the fight against corruption,” read a third handwritten sign.

“We are sending a message to the international community that George Weah is becoming a dictator, say!” Butu Levi, another leader in the Student Unification Party, cried out, almost singing.

More Police Attacks

Kollie and Levi, both 29, are leaders of SUP, the university-based activist group that formed in 1970. Kollie invited me to meet him at a house across from a funeral home in Sinkor—the wealthiest area in Monrovia. But this home did not reflect the luxury of the compounds on the other side of the main Tubman Boulevard.

In a damp house beyond a gate, women prepared chicken in a dark kitchen. The young men watched soccer on a mounted plasma-screen TV, listened to the radio and planned their protest.

Their action stemmed from a student event on July 23 where city police arrested organizers who apparently interrupted an official Independence Day youth forum. Some students were apparently flogged and beaten, as well.

This added to a growing tension among university students about life under Weah. The Liberian Observer reports that in Weah’s first six months in office, Liberian National Police invaded the University of Liberia more than eight times, flogging, harassing, injuring and arresting students.

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Student Unification Party Protest July 26, 2018