Word: slaving
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...women who endured slavery in this country, only one wrote a book-length account of her life. Her name was Harriet Jacobs, and her autobiography, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, has one of the more satisfyingly tart closing lines in American literature. Instead of ending with marriage, she writes, "Reader, my story ends with freedom." But Jacobs' story--and the lives of other women who had been enslaved--did not end with freedom. Nor did their troubles...
...Jacobs finally escaped to the North. "Sweet and bitter," she wrote, "were mixed in the cup of my life, and I was thankful that it had ceased to be entirely bitter." Though few slaves were literate, as a child she had served a sympathetic woman who had tutored her. Jacobs wrote Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl during hours snatched from her duties as a domestic. It became a success on both sides of the Atlantic, and then, according to Yellin, whose book continues where Jacobs' ends, the ex-slave's work really began. Jacobs worked with black...
Students registering today for film studies courses in the Department of Visual and Environmental Studies (VES) and elsewhere may be looking forward to a semester of movies while their peers slave away in Lamont or Widener...
Clearly, none of the Democrats present the perfect, strong-willed, adult foreign policy package. But the President doesn't seem all that daunting either--he's a slave to his TelePrompTer, rolling out empty nostrums, unable to sustain a serious discussion of his own policies. In the end, Bush and a Democrat will stand on the same stage. The central question will be a simple one: Have George W. Bush's policies made us safer in the world? The question for Democrats now is equally simple: Which of these guys can stand on that stage and make the case against...
...aren't so unusual. Married in July, they live in Clayton, N.C., in a just renovated home that--when I visited in November--had been overtaken by Christmas decorations. ("I'm a Christmas freak," says Surri.) She is Doc's wife, but she also thinks of herself as his "slave," and although she sometimes says the word just like that--using her fingers to create quotation marks in the air--their master/slave arrangement directs almost every aspect of their lives. Doc tells Surri what she can and can't wear every day, and when the three of us arrived...