The article references the use of term 'maroons', despite its nastier historical origin in the Spanish cimarrón, "meaning feral livestock, fugitive slave or som

The article references the use of term 'maroons', despite its nastier historical origin in the Spanish cimarrón, "meaning feral livestock, fugitive slave or something wild and defiant." That said, I think the term 'fugitive' in this context has multiple layers of meaning. It's more than just about their legal status and the moral implications of it; to exist as a 'fugitive' was to very much live a very unique existence. In that sense, it's very much a point on how they chose to live their lives. They could have considered moving north, or even further up into Canada. For those who had escaped while it was in operation, they could have embraced the Underground Railroad and used the aid of white abolitionists and other freed blacks who ran it. Far too many wouldn't have made it, though many others would have. Not that I believe for an instant that it would have stopped them: to escape was to embrace an incredible risk. Instead, they chose to create their own communities right in the seemingly inhospitable heart of the territory that had held them in bondage, and they did it on their own. For slaveowners and the whites who supported slavery, that had to be a terrifying realization: it challenged all of their preconceived little notions about their own superiority. These weren't the simple-minded cattle their would-be owners believed them to be; they were men and women and children capable of creating a life of their own in wilderness and swamps filled with challenges that others steered clear of. It was very much an act of fierce resistance. It's no wonder that most of the written references to maroons were so tinged with a sort of a paranoia. It was probably one of those hidden little secrets everyone knew about, but tried so very desperately to pretend otherwise. The label 'maroon' might have been used disparagingly originally, but I think it's a term that many would have embraced if we could ask them. Their lives were harsh, but they were fully their own: they didn't just escape slavery, but built up communities and lives that defied it with every breath they took. And in the backyards of the very people who sought to see them brought to heel. They certainly knew what the white world outside the swamps thought of them. They just didn't give a damn. As odd as it might sound to our ears, lacking the experiences that shaped their decisions, to be a 'fugitive slave' living as a maroon was very much a lifestyle. And what a remarkable, self-actualizing one at that. It's a terrible loss that so little of their story is known today.