Revival History

Calvin Smith: The Wealthy American Planter Who Ran a Slave Breeding Farm for Producing Only Biracial Children Calvin Smith was a wealthy American planter in the antebellum South who operated a notorious slave breeding farm. His plantation was infamous for its focus on breeding biracial children, or mulattoes, who were often sold at higher prices than their Black counterparts. Slave breeding involved the forced reproduction of enslaved people to increase the number of slaves available for labor or sale. This practice became particularly popular after the importation of Africans into the US was abolished in 1808. With the external supply of Africans cut off, plantation owners turned to internal methods to sustain and grow their enslaved workforce. Breeding farms, like Calvin Smith’s, were established to maximize the number of enslaved children born, often through coercive and violent means. As Frederick Douglass noted in his 1892 work, The Life and Times of Frederick Douglass, and as oth...

"The mistress's husband was impotent... An Angolan slave changed everything and made her orgasm... The year was 1849, and on a farm in the Paraíba Valley, something happened that no one could have imagined. A 48-year-old woman, married for three decades to one of the most powerful people in the region, was about to commit the most forbidden and dangerous act that that slave-owning society could witness. What happened in the following months culminated in two brutal deaths. A betrayal that shook the foundations of that property and a secret that was buried along with the bodies. But the dead do not remain silent forever. And this story needs to be told exactly as it happened, without filters, without softening, because the truth is always more shocking than any fiction. Dona Eulália Mendes de Albuquerque, that was her name, 48 years old, brown hair punctuated by white strands that she hid under lace imported from Paris. Her skin still retained its brightness, despite the relent...

"On the morning of March 16, 1860, five warriors watched a camp in what would one day become Arizona. Inside a tent, a 23-year-old woman named Larcena was trying to sleep off a fever. By nightfall, she would be left for dead — bleeding, stripped of her clothes, and thrown down a ravine. What happened next, no one could have predicted. Larcena Pennington had already survived more than most people twice her age. Born in Nashville in 1837, she lost her mother young and spent her childhood helping raise ten younger siblings while her father kept moving the family west — Texas first, then toward California. In 1857, they joined a wagon train headed for the goldfields. They made it as far as southern New Mexico Territory — land that would one day become Arizona — before Larcena collapsed with mountain fever, too ill to travel another mile. The family stopped. And then, slowly, they put down roots. The Penningtons became the first American family to settle in what is now Arizona, farming...

He was a man already sentenced to die—his fate sealed, the electric chair waiting. But then, an unusual proposal came. A scientist approached him with an alternative: instead of a violent execution, he could take part in a psychological experiment that promised a peaceful death. The method sounded simple—almost harmless. A small incision on the wrist. A bowl placed beneath the arm. And the quiet sound of liquid dripping. Desperate to avoid the terror of the chair, the prisoner agreed. He was strapped to a stretcher. His eyes were covered so he could not see. A shallow cut was made—just enough to feel pain—but the real trick was hidden. The bowl beneath him wasn’t collecting blood. Nearby, a concealed bottle slowly released fluid drop by drop, mimicking the sound of his life draining away. The prisoner believed the illusion completely. As the drip continued, his skin grew pale. His breathing became shallow. His heart raced in panic. He felt himself dying because his mind accepted that ...

During the Second World War, a young boy was once seen carrying the lifeless body of his younger brother on his back. It was believed that the war had already taken the lives of their parents and every other member of their family. The little boy, now left completely alone, carried his brother in search of a place where he could give him a proper burial. Along the way, he encountered a group of soldiers. One of them, moved by pity, advised the boy to put the body down so he could move faster and lighten his burden. The child looked directly into the soldier’s eyes and replied: “He is not heavy… he is my brother.” Those few words reportedly brought tears to the eyes of the soldiers. It leaves one profound question: How do we treat the people around us when life becomes unbearable? Do we abandon them so we can carry our burdens more comfortably? That heartbreaking moment became the last recorded sighting of the boy. No one truly knows whether he survived the war. Yet, in another sense, h...

BEAR THE BURDEN OF OTHERS “Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ.” — Galatians 6:2 (KJV) In Japan, during the war, a little boy was seen carrying the body of his younger brother on his back. He planned to bury him when the opportunity came. A soldier noticed the boy and said to him, “Put him down so you can run more easily.” The little boy replied, “He’s not heavy… he’s my brother.” When the soldier heard those words, he burst into tears. Since then, this story and image have become a symbol of unity, love, and sacrifice in Japan. Let this inspire us in our daily lives. “He’s not heavy… he’s my brother.” “She’s not heavy… she’s my sister.” If your brother falls, lift him up. If he is tired, carry him. If he makes mistakes, forgive him and patiently bear with his weaknesses. And if the world turns its back on him, place him on your shoulders and help him through life, because he is not a burden. And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one ano...