They, along with their Estecate women colleagues, were held in high esteem and their opinions counted in a day when White women were thought of as a decorative, basically powerless supplement to men and when the vast majority of African-descended women were subjected to rape, oppression, and degradation as an appendage their enslavement status and that of their beloveds.
These African Seminole women throughout their herStory in Seminole society and on the international underground railroad were farmers, storytellers, weavers, artists, weapons makers, midwives, shamans, ministers and sometimes when necessity dictated, warriors alongside (or in the absence of their men). As time rolls along, I'll discuss some specific albeit rare literature which focuses on these African Seminole women--or at least includes them whereas in much of the other research material, they remain unfortunately significant but somehow nameless entities.
However, today I just want to lift their memories even as I continue to collect their images and their wearable art in my Black Seminole memorabilia collection. Not a day goes by that I don't think of them in particular and the Black Seminoles in general. God willing, I will always be telling that story--a powerful and profound story that has been kept under wraps far too long.