HARRIS NECK LAND TRUST

Mary Moran still remembers the day she was driven from her home, heavily pregnant with her fourth child and a babe in arms. Seven decades have failed to blunt the memory of the white man who arrived to tell them to get out, or of her father’s pain as he tore down the home that his family built on the land left by his former slave ancestors.

 

“They treated us like animals,” Mrs Moran, 88, said on the porch of the house rebuilt in the woods three miles away. Before the home was finished, Mrs Moran gave birth to her son, in a shack under a pine tree in the forest.