The tunnel pulled at her. How many hands had it required to make this place? And the tunnels beyond, wherever and how far they led? She thought of the picking, how it raced down the furrows at harvest...
THE music stopped. The circle broke. Sometimes a slave will be lost in a brief eddy of liberation. In the sway of a sudden reverie among the furrows or while untangling the mysteries of an early-morni...
Stolen bodies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.
People wore different kinds of chains across their lifetimes, but it wasn't hard to interpret rebellion, even when the rebels wore costumes to deny blame.
Men start off good and then the world makes them mean. The world is mean from the start and gets meaner every day. It uses you up until you only dream of death.
From the trunk of their scheme, choices and decisions sprouted like branches and shoots.
Placated
Cauldron
Who are you after you finish something this magnificent—in constructing it you have also journeyed through it, to the other side.
We never see other people anyway, only the monsters we make of them.
It trains the kid in question to determine when people in the corner of his eye are talking about him and when they are not, a useful skill in later life when sorting out bona-fide persecution from pe...
The patroller required no reason to stop a person apart from color.
The Four Questions? As put forth by Mettleheim: How did this happen? How could this happen? Is it exceptional? How will it be avoided in the future?
She gulped the air like water, the night sky the best meal she had ever had, the starts made succulent and ripe after her time below.
Poems were too close to prayer, rousing regrettable passions. Waiting for God to rescue you when it was up to you.
It was the day after Sam's house collapsed, though she couldn't be sure. Best to measure time now with one of the Randall plantation's cotton scales, her hunger and fear piling on one side while her h...
In here and out there are the same, but in here no one has to act fake anymore.
In death the negro became a human being. Only then was he the white man’s equal. On
Here's a tip for new parents: Start lowering those expectations early, it's going to pay off later.
A monster is a person who has stopped pretending.