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It was a scenic view in the little City of Mobile, Alabama where the history of French influence emphasized the structures of most home cocoons. It was such an unfolding history before my eyes, how the architectural designs brings back the old books I read about world war revolution era into reality. Walking on the sidewalk was always like walking down the old park , seeing those houses highly stood their grounds and tested by time. The historical abundance of how the place once became the vast of European influence, only that in spite of its beauty, poverty stricken the people. Crimes are quite highly committed in the locals , many were relaying in the government funds and help and so thus illegal substance misuse and abuse rampant cases. Landmarks in the area were good often surrounded of hundred years old giant trees. It was a striking scenery to see the greeneries that had been the silent witnessed of slavery time. Those giant trees played a major rule in witnessing the suffering and deaths of those unfortunate individuals in the hands of their oppressor. In those long and hard branches Of the trees in which , some of the slave victims were hanged and succumb to death. The first time I arrived in the place, I cannot help myself to wonder how this place preserved and take care of their nature’s beauty. The admiration I felt is saddened by the fact of its lonely and heart breaking impression. Without a word to describe it but once you are in the place there is this kind of nostalgic and heavy feeling that one can grasp and in vibe. Looking at those trees with trunks as wide as the master dining table or as big as the queen sized bed, it was hard to imagine people died in there. I was thinking, maybe the people have had suffered much that caused the revolt of change from slavery to recognition of their equal rights. Maybe people have come to their limits of extreme discrimination that made the history of their own new beginnings. The Martin Luther King recognition is a strong celebration for the people. He inspired them of freedom, faith and determination to fight their own worth. Celebrations started to express their own selves like for instance the Mardi Gras. For a week long celebrations, everyone can be anyone, white and black shared the happiness. The streets are willed of those glitters, people are dancing, laughing, watching together, they are half drank from their expressions. Alabama is such a remarkable place only that people’s memory still haunting them. If by accident you are able to talk to long time immigrants from other nationalities living in different states of United States, they were the ones who branded the place as the land for the black. How discrimination always rotten the mind of people who are not rooted nor grounded on its beginning. To this date, the place is still struggling to establish its own identity in diversity. It’s not a far away land , in fact just an hour away or less from a plane ride and very much reachable by land drive , and yet America is still busy talking about poverty and inequality of Asian and African continents. They have the power to brag out resolutions for the problem they have no idea of its deep seated roots from beliefs and traditions. Alabama is silently screaming for the support they needed and yet they are seen as non existent . Too much cultivation of thoughts for this one journey in one time in my life. The people I have meet there leads me to dig more about unsaid freedom, about the beautiful people also dreaming to feel and experience what their nation is clamoring for, the land of freedom.