As I sift through old photographs of the Children of Tama-Re, I can't help but feel a mix of sorrow, pride, and longing. These images capture innocence, joy, and a lifestyle rooted in cultural pride, discipline, and divine purpose. These were not just children playing on sacred land—they were the seeds of a future that many of us believed in.
It’s now been over 20 years since the Nuwaubians were ordered to vacate Tama-Re, the sacred land we knew as the Egypt of the West—also called Wahanee, the Golden City. In just 7 days, an entire way of life, one that sought to reconnect our people with higher knowledge, clean living, and spiritual legacy, was forced to come to an end.
Since the incarceration of Dr. Malachi Z. York, the world has shifted. Many of us have watched the unraveling of lives that were once full of promise:
Enlil, Dr. York’s son with Abigail Washington, (federal government lead witness against Dr. York) tragically passed—ruled a suicide.
Jamila’s daughter Radiyah, another child connected to Tama-Re, was shot in the head—a haunting reminder of the violence we sought to avoid.
Abdus Salaam Laroche was arrested on May 8 2002, Funny how he was used as a witness and testified against Dr. York. Look at the date he was arrested, looks familiar? Did he get immunity for his testimony, like many of the witness did?
And there are stories like Leah York, who now walks a path many would have never imagined for a daughter of the Master Teacher.
Many more stories not mentioned but each story is painful to recount, but necessary. Because what if Tama-Re had been allowed to flourish? What if the vision of a sovereign, self-sufficient, and spiritually centered community had been supported instead of destroyed?
Did those who played a part in dismantling it ever stop to think about the ripple effect of their actions? Do they ever ponder the impact of their choices? Not just on the adults, but on the children—those radiant little souls who danced, learned, and laughed on the red earth of Eatonton, Georgia.
Tama-Re was more than buildings and land. It was a dream. A structure. A way of life. And though it has been buried under bulldozers and controversy, the spirit of Tama-Re lives on—in our memories, our teachings, and the photos of those bright-eyed children who once called it home.
As I share these images, I ask not for pity, but for reflection. For understanding. For truth.
Would life have been different if the US federal government did not to live?
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