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Skribentens beskrivelse af Essay - SlaveryBut where are my rights? Where is our freedom? What is the difference between us Africans and our master and the white people? Nothing! Maybe our skin are different, but deep inside, we’re humans. I couldn’t just stand here and look at her. But no matter whose blood it is, and what happened out there, I couldn’t just stand here and look at her crying? It’s tearing me apart. I hold her hand tight and close, and said: “I love you mom”. |
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