Maybe this pestilence could have been avoided had we enriched their minds instead of shackling their limbs. What if…what if I…but we can only hypothesize. We’ll never see through our forefather’s eyes. So what are we supposed to do? Scour the ocean floor in search for the skeletal remains of those who refused to survive the Middle Passage that time? And should we send them home, so we know they’re not alone? So we can sleep at night…or so they’re not alone? Martyrs, legends, saints, and heroes – they’re all the same. Trying to make a headline, trying to make a name.
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