07/30/2026
She was born to be a rich man's mistress, and she chose to become a servant of the poor instead. 🕊️
Henriette DeLille was born in New Orleans around 1812, a free woman of color from a prominent Creole family. In the world she was raised in, a young woman like her was expected to enter plaçage, a formal arrangement in which free women of color became the lifelong mistresses of wealthy white men. Her own family groomed her for exactly that future. Henriette looked at it and said no.
Instead, she gave her life to God and to the people her society threw away. In 1842, with a small group of other free women of color, she founded the Sisters of the Holy Family, a Catholic order of Black nuns in a city and a church that did not want them. They were refused, insulted, and told such a thing was impossible. They did it anyway. 🙏🏾
The sisters nursed the sick, sheltered the elderly with nowhere to go, and, in quiet defiance of the law, taught enslaved people to read and to know their faith. Henriette poured out her own inheritance and her health to keep the work alive. She left a single surviving line in a prayer book that still breaks the heart. I believe in God. I hope in God. I love. I want to live and die for God.
She died in 1862, worn out and poor, at only about fifty years old. Her funeral notice, remarkably for the time, praised a Black woman for her holiness. The order she founded not only survived, it grew, and the Sisters of the Holy Family serve to this day.
In 2010 the Catholic Church declared her Venerable, a formal step on the road to sainthood. New Orleans may one day be home to an American born Black saint, a Creole woman who turned her back on comfort to care for the forgotten. 🌙
She could have had silk and security. She chose the sick, the old, and the enslaved instead.
That is not weakness. In her time and place, that was one of the bravest choices a woman could make.