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Ashley, Rose, Ruth…
I intone their names, in honor and remembrance of so many like them.
This book is a marvel! Extremely well researched, evidenced by the amazing footnotes chapter! I read every single entry. Amazing. Added some more material to the TBR list.
Ok! I do not read much historical non fiction. Especially about slave narratives. This book, while fulfilling my souls need to know, also filled me with great sorrow. All that we are, all that we’ve done, all who’ve we’ve become, is mostly only evident in our present time. Our history, so haphazardly preserved, because we weren’t deemed human, haunts the descendants of the enslaved. This haunting need to know who I am is what drives me to read as much as I can find about it. My own family cannot trace our genealogy back more than 5-6 generations and it kills me. Through Ancestry.com we’ve gotten only as far as what country in Africa our ancestors were stolen from. Even that small tidbit filled me with such knowing.
Tiya Miles’ dedication and endurance to flesh out the history of these three mostly unknown women and their trajectories is a true and honest labour of love. Whatever Miles couldn’t solidly find about these women she drew from other recorded evidence of the time. Miles chronicles four generations of women who without her and the amazing discover of Ashley’s sack would have faded into history.
This book has solidified my trip to the African American Museum in Washington DC! I need to lay my eyes on all of the history it contains and now, I need to bear witness to Ashley’s Sack!
I intone their names, in honor and remembrance of so many like them.
This book is a marvel! Extremely well researched, evidenced by the amazing footnotes chapter! I read every single entry. Amazing. Added some more material to the TBR list.
Ok! I do not read much historical non fiction. Especially about slave narratives. This book, while fulfilling my souls need to know, also filled me with great sorrow. All that we are, all that we’ve done, all who’ve we’ve become, is mostly only evident in our present time. Our history, so haphazardly preserved, because we weren’t deemed human, haunts the descendants of the enslaved. This haunting need to know who I am is what drives me to read as much as I can find about it. My own family cannot trace our genealogy back more than 5-6 generations and it kills me. Through Ancestry.com we’ve gotten only as far as what country in Africa our ancestors were stolen from. Even that small tidbit filled me with such knowing.
Tiya Miles’ dedication and endurance to flesh out the history of these three mostly unknown women and their trajectories is a true and honest labour of love. Whatever Miles couldn’t solidly find about these women she drew from other recorded evidence of the time. Miles chronicles four generations of women who without her and the amazing discover of Ashley’s sack would have faded into history.
This book has solidified my trip to the African American Museum in Washington DC! I need to lay my eyes on all of the history it contains and now, I need to bear witness to Ashley’s Sack!