And that great mixture was brought to America in the holds of slave ships. To the north, the south. Their sons and daughters picked tobacco, cultivated cotton, worked on the largest estates and smallest farms. We are craftsmen and midwives and preachers and peddlers. Black hands built the White House, the seat of our nation's government. The word we. We are not one people but many different people. How can one person speak for this great, beautiful race-which is not one race but many, with a million desires and hopes and wishes for ourselves and our children?
( Colson Whitehead )
[ The Underground Railroad ]
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