By Phil Wilson My family’s history is rich and deep. I have documents showing when my enslaved ancestors were bought, sold, and emancipated, marriage certificates even, and a sepia-toned photograph of a great grandfather, the Rev. Reuben Wilson Sr., who was freed in Virginia in 1865. Martin Luther King once said, “I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit together at the table of brotherhood.” My brother, David, actually did that while researching a documentary about our family’s history. He met a …
