Aunt Martha is perfectly content being a possession of her oppressors, and does not long for freedom as Linda does

The beginning of Linda’s life wasn’t all that difficult – she had an acceptable mistress, and did not even know she was a slave until the age of six,

Armed with only her will to survive,

She bares her soul to the world which shows all of the difficult decisions that we forced her, and many others, to make, such as leaving your children and constantly staying in hiding in order to secure their safety and future freedom.

There are many things that America does well, but many things that America does not do well.

ncidents was published in 1861, just as the Civil War was getting underway, which was the perfect time to lay out the horrors, abuse, and dehumanization that had been faced by slaves for the better part of a century.

djinns

babaji

dhoti,

By elevating tragic, white-authored colonial encounters, the image of indigenous savagery is maintained and with it spreads the toxicity of imperialism and systemic racism.

she—and society as a whole—deemed the context of her captivity unimportant. It did not matter that her dreadful experience was a result of a last-ditch effort by the Native Americans to cease a genocide caused by people like her.

overdose of sorrow, disillusionment and hypocrisy to the unsuspecting reader

why am I troubled? It was but the other day that if I had had the world, I would have given it for my freedom, or to have been a servant to a Christian. I have learned to look beyond present and smaller troubles, and to be quieted under them. As Moses said, “Stand still and see the salvation of the Lord”

There I met with my brother, and my brother-in-law, who asked me, if I knew where his wife was? Poor heart! he had helped to bury her, and knew it not.

but afterwards they assented to it, and seemed much to rejoice in it;

They mourned (with their black faces) for their own losses, yet triumphed and rejoiced in their inhumane, and many times devilish cruelty to the English.

strangely did the Lord provide for them;

our poor country

Then I took it of the child, and eat it myself, and savory it was to my taste.

and a company of barbarous heathens

she threw a handful of ashes in mine eyes.

I had not seen my son a pretty while, and here was an Indian of whom I made inquiry after him, and asked him when he saw him. He answered me that such a time his master roasted him, and that himself did eat a piece of him, as big as his two fingers, and that he was very good meat

his squaw gave me some ground nuts; she gave me also something to lay under my head, and a good fire we had; and through the good providence of God, I had a comfortable lodging that night.

Be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46.10)

This morning I asked my master whether he would sell me to my husband. He answered me “Nux,” which did much rejoice my spirit.

“No,” said he, “none will hurt you.”

There were now besides myself nine English captives in this place (all of them children, except one woman)

I went to take up my dead child in my arms to carry it with me, but they bid me let it alone; there was no resisting, but go I must and leave it.

my sweet babe like a lamb departed this life on Feb. 18, 1675. It being about six years, and five months old

“your master will quickly knock your child in the head.”

Lord upheld me with His gracious and merciful spirit, and we were both alive to see the light of the next morning.

God was with me in a wonderful manner, carrying me along,

I must turn my back upon the town, and travel with them into the vast and desolate wilderness

the Indians told me they would kill him as he came homeward

Oh the roaring, and singing and dancing, and yelling of those black creatures in the night, which made the place a lively resemblance of hell.

Now away we must go with those barbarous creatures, with our bodies wounded and bleeding, and our hearts no less than our bodies.