I kept traveling down the road. And everywhere it was the same. What was my name, who were my people? What was I supposed to say? That my father is the president, and my mother is his slave?
Kimberly Brubaker BradleyTags: slavery jefferson passing
What you know in your head and what you say out loud are not always the same.
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