In America the quirk was that people were things. Best to cut your losses on an old man who won't survive a trip across the ocean. A young buck from strong tribal stock got customers into a froth. A slave girl squeezing out pups was like a mint, money that bred money. If you were a thing-a cart or a horse or a slave-your value determined your possibilities. She minded her place.
( Colson Whitehead )
[ The Underground Railroad ]
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