Just So You Know . . .

Saturday, June 30, 1832

Last night was another of those nights when the heat of the day did not cool after the setting sun. It was too hot to sleep, yet I was too tired to just lay awake. I dozed off and on until the wee hours of the morning. I don’t know if I was dreaming a familiar dream or if he was actually there, but I felt, rather than saw David standing at the foot of my bed. His presence was strong and I tried to rouse myself, open my eyes and arms to my lover, but it was not to be. When I was finally able to open my eyes, he was gone. Rebecca was curled up next to me and Bell snored loudly from her bed.

The day did not get better. Ever since some rebels and run-away slaves were captured a few days ago, there has been talk of rebellion with the slaves. White folks don’t take that kind of talk lightly and you could feel the tension on the plantation. Everyone seemed to be on edge and the new Overseer, Mr. McCauley, has been pulling out the whip for the slightest little thing.

It seems as though he has his sights set on Mary’s three boys and especially Jesse, the oldest of the three. McCauley whipped the boy just last week for shucking his chores and hiding out in the barn for hours. Today I heard Mr. McCauley telling Massa James that Jesse should be sold.

If Massa James sells Jesse, it will just about kill Mary. I wish I could tell her, warn her but knowing when to keep my mouth shut is part of what keeps me and Rebecca safe. I sure hope they don’t sell that boy.

Book Review

The Book of Harlan by Bernice McFadden

An enlightening historical read. The beginning of this novel reminded of many stories read and heard of the great migration of African Americans at the turn of the century. At times I felt as if I were reading a story of one of my own ancestors. I appreciate the author’s characterization and ability to draw you into the story. Although the main character is somewhat flawed, as his story unfolds you can’t help developing a growing affection for the character. It is exactly this affection that keeps you turning the pages. Also, I had no idea that any African Americans were held in concentration camps. A great read.