10/31/2024
The Thumb of Michigan just after the Revolutionary War was commanded by an African American!
So, my story goes . . ..
Jean Baptiste Point Du Sable
From Saint Dominique's shores, Haiti, young Du Sable's journey sprang,
In France, a youth learned in arts, where cultured voices rang.
His father’s ships, his early world, across the sea did sail,
Till fate in New Orleans' embrace and told a stormier tale.
However, among Jesuit mentors, he found his feet on solid ground,
Venturing forth to Illinois where a new life he found.
With Kihihawa's hand in hi, on Peoria's broad expanse,
Eight hundred acres flourished wide, beneath their steadfast glance.
To the Chicago River's mouth, in the 1770s' stride,
He built the first enduring home where the river waters glide.
A hub for trade, a gathering place, by bakehouse smoke defined,
Here, Du Sable's dreams took root, with commerce intertwined.
Yet the Revolutionary war's harsh grip detained him, on Mackinaw's distant shore,
Five years held 'neath British watch, amidst the conflict's roar.
In St. Clair’s land at the trading post in the pinery, he labored then, under the Crown's decree,
Until Chicago called him back, to the life he yearned to see.
Returned to his beloved land, where once his trade post stood,
Chicago saw him prosper still, as only pioneers could.
But in 1800's shadow, he chose to leave behind
His mark upon this nascent town, where his legacy would wind.
To Peoria he turned once more, where his final years would pass,
Amidst the plains where he once traded, now just whispers in the grass.
Though in Michigan Chippewa's waters might not recall his storied tread,
His influence endures in tales of where his journey led.
Through changing hands and shifting sands, his story we retell,
A pioneer, a trader, in whom, ambition did swell.
From Haiti's child to Chicago's guide, through lands so wild and free,
Jean Baptiste Pointe Du Sable, who shaped such destiny.