Title: The Fire in Her Name In the year 1923, the town of Rosewood, Florida, was a quiet, self-sufficient Black community. Families owned homes, ran businesses, taught in schools, and worshipped together under live oak trees draped in moss. Among them lived a girl named Zora May Freeman, a bright 14-year-old with dreams as wide as the Atlantic. Zora’s mother, Auntie Thelma, was the town’s midwife and healer, known for her potions, prayers, and stories passed down from generations of African griots. Her father, Reverend Isaiah Freeman, preached at Mount Sinai Baptist Church and often reminded Zora, “Your name comes from a line of women who refused to be silenced.” Zora loved to write. She kept a leather-bound journal filled with poems, observations, and sketches of her community. Her pen was her sword, and she was learning to fight battles her ancestors never could. “History isn’t just written,” she’d say. “It’s witnessed.” But everything changed one winter afternoon. A white woman from the neighbouring town of Sumner falsely accused a Black man of assault. The news spread like wildfire, igniting racial tension. Within days, a mob stormed Rosewood. Houses were torched. Churches crumbled. Lives were shattered. Zora, clutching her journal, fled into the swamp with her younger brother, Caleb, and two other children. They walked barefoot for miles, hiding from gunshots, feeding on wild berries, and praying under starlight. In the silence of the trees, Zora began to write. Her ink was made from crushed berries. Her paper was tree bark. She documented the truth — the names of the fallen, the brave women who shielded children, the elders who sang spirituals as they vanished into the smoke. When they reached safety in Gainesville, a schoolteacher named Miss Evelyn Carter, herself a survivor of racial terror in Wilmington, took them in. She read Zora’s notes and wept. “You’re not just surviving,” Miss Evelyn said. “You’re preserving.” Years passed. Zora attended Howard University and then became one of the youngest reporters for a Harlem newspaper during the Harlem Renaissance. But she never stopped writing about Rosewood. Decades later, her testimony and records were used in a landmark case that led to reparations for the surviving families of the Rosewood massacre. Zora May Freeman’s story was eventually published under the title “The Fire in Her Name."” Her journal now sits in the National Museum of African American History and Culture, a reminder that truth, even buried in ash, can rise again. #documentary #history