This was the face of slavery. To have nothing, and still have something more to lose.
That, I decided, was what it meant to be a slave: your past didn't matter, in the present you were invisible and you had no claim on the future.
Slavery, January understood now as he never had before, made you fear change almost more than anything else.
No slave had ever keeled over dead at a spinning wheel or been butchered for a tangle. But nobody wanted to speak on the true disposition of the world. And no one wanted to hear it.
But one of the worst results of being a slave and being forced to do things is that when there is no one to force you any more you find you have almost lost the power of forcing yourself.
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