A Planned Sanctuary City In Bridgeport’s South End Pre Emancipation, A Must-Read Bicentennial Interview With Maisa Tisdale

Maisa Tisdale

The birth of Bridgeport is 1821. Those who argue the real history starts in 1836 when it converted from a town charter to an incorporated city is a fallacy. Bridgeport never gave up its town charter. The depth of its 200-year history is led by Little Liberia, a planned sanctuary city founded in 1821 in the South End where African Americans thrived against a backdrop of national servitude. City historian Charles Brilvitch’s research unearthed this neighborhood jewel decades ago.

Maisa Tisdale and an extended team of urban warriors have passionately preserved an integral piece of this area that was on life support from myopic neglect and a national narrow-mindedness that leaves this the only one of its kind pre emancipation.

Maisa is director of  The Mary and Eliza Freeman Center dedicated to resuscitating a critical slice of African American life formed 200 years ago engineered by entrepreneurial spirit and a beacon for freedom.

She has advocated for the preservation of the Mary and Eliza Freeman Houses since 1994, and founded the Mary & Eliza Freeman Center for History and Community in 2009 after coordinating a successful movement to save the homes from demolition. As noted in her online biography, Maisa led the Freeman Center as a volunteer until 2019 when she became the Center’s first professional staff member. Over the past ten years Maisa not only focused on the restoration of the Freeman houses, but has worked to create a safer and healthier “built” environment in Bridgeport’s South End–stressing the importance of historic preservation, community development, environmental justice and climate change.

Maisa, a Bridgeport native, is the daughter of educators and civil rights activists. She is our latest interview commemorating Bridgeport’s Bicentennial. This is a must read.

Q. What is your first memory of Bridgeport?
A. I think my first memory of Bridgeport is sitting in the pew with my parents at St. Mark’s Episcopal Church on Newfield Avenue in the East End. It was cozy and intimate, a place for perfumed hugs, getting your nose pinched, and Clarence Williams’s best church breakfast. Peaceful and pretty, pastel light gently streamed through the simple, stained-glass windows on sunny days. The sound of the organ filled air that was lightly scented by flowers. Father Aaron Cuffey delivered his sermon. I wore white gloves and a fancy hat, which I loved; and an itchy, scratchy crinoline, which I hated. I only got to wear them to church … and to take the “CR Nell” (CR&L bus) when we went Downtown to Read’s. Everyone dressed up to go Downtown back then. Saint Mark’s Church was elegant in its stone and wood simplicity, highlighted by the shiniest brass fittings and accessories. My parents let me put my fifty cents in the collection plate myself!

On “April 10, 1821, two months before Bridgeport became an independent town, Seth B. Jones conveyed an existing house to people of color. John Feeley (1781-1862) and Jacob Freeman (died August 22, 1832) each secured “an undivided half interest in land and dwelling house and other buildings in Bridgeport, which suggests some sort of close relationship between these two families. Feeley and Freeman both appear on Bridgeport’s first tax list in 1821, each assessed at $3.00. The house was one-half mile to the south of Bridgeport center “on the road running from the Episcopal Church to Wells Tongue” (#8 on the map, now Broad Street).



  1. So here’s mine. 🙂

    Q. What is your first memory of Bridgeport?

    Ah, Memories, 🙂
    I would have to say going downtown. That was probably the first time I ventured out from my neighborhood on Harral Ave, between James and Pequannock. A couple of us used to go to Woolworth’s downtown during the winter and steal gloves and hats. Those memories stand out, not much of a thief.

    Runner-up would be the Hi-Ho Mall, crossing the bridge over the street and riding on the glass elevator. Our journey started by walk-up Milne Street cutting through City Hall where we used to play tackle football, down those iconic stairs, into reading’s, making our way to Sear.

    Q. What are your ties to Bpt., and what do you do, either work or volunteer work, that benefits the city and its residents?

    I was born and raised here, for the most part, the only place I have ever lived.

    These days I mostly play Devil’s Advocate and argue with people on social media 🙂

    What works I do that benefit the city and its residents? I don’t litter. You would be surprised how a simple act of not littering and planting trees/plants can transform the status/perception of a neighborhood, even of a crime-ridden neighborhood. People very rarely see the crimes unless someone is shot, but every day you’ll see the litter and debris. Well, you see the ones you participate in, You know who you are. 🙂

    Q. What do you like best about Bridgeport?

    For better or worse, I found the Port as a status/pride, like Compton. Even people I know who moved out still want it to be known they were from the Port. Shirts that say, Bridgeport on the strong survive”. I think it goes way back, perhaps to PT Barum, which I think is the Port’s greatest asset, along with its open space/parks. maybe further.

    Q. Where is your favorite spot in the city to visit and why?

    Undoubtedly, Seaside Park, through the years, from the time of keg parties at night, to volleyball during the day. The parties had shifted throughout those years, as they closed section by section, from the point to the flat land/beach house, to where the lowriders would race, before most of the reconfigurations. To the cannon, the circle/tennis courts, to the bitter end, the main street by the new gas power plant. Still to this day is my favorite spot, just different memories some new, some nostalgic.

    Q. What’s your favorite Bridgeport eatery and what do you like there?

    My eateries, a palate that’s even beyond Steve’s. 🙂

    However, Pizza Time on Madison Ave was my favorite. Besides the affordability, I love their calzones.
    When there every chance I got. The owner is always talking about the Baseball/Yankees, not to mention he had/has some cute daughters.

    Hmm! could have been a draw as to why I went there so often. His calzone was awesome though. 🙂

    Runner up Kings Wok on Park Ave by Carvel, which is both still there. When I lived on Worth St and higher than a kite. I used to walk/drive and pick up an order at both. I used to have a whole birthday ice cream cake even though wasn’t even my birthday. Who has a birthday ever another day? 🙂

    Today, Mario the Baker.

    Q. Where do you see the city going?

    That has changed, in a sense. While I still like to see the city get a casino/resort on Pleasure Beach. It would be somewhat isolated/detached from the city itself it would lead to revenue for Park City for improvements.

    As I drove through Stanford and Norwalk I would compare their skyline to the Port”s. At times it seemed the cities have become sterile, in a sense. We won’t forever be the State’s largest city, Stamford is bound to that title, which is not all that bad. Either the Port is going to be more than just a state’s largest city or the only thing.
    I once thought high start high-rise/commercial buildings were the answer? However, I don’t think corporate buildings are the end of all means to determine the growth or prosperity of a city. Like preserving the historic history of Mary and Eliza. Park City’s history needs to be preserved as well.

    Our Port politics far from sterile, retarded at times, but who wants their city to be sterilized?

    BTY Maria, bust out the cake for Bradley. It seems you might have another address gate, I recommend Carvels 🙂

    Q. If you had a magic wand and could make a miracle happen for the city, what would it be?

    For people to stop littering, until then maybe a Juvenile program at our Juvenile Detention Center to pick up litter in the streets.

    As always I depart for the prophets of the Port.



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