Brown People Wouldn't Speak To Someone Who

I Can't Feel Irish To Save My Soul, But It's A Fact.

Early In The Spring Of 1750, In The Village Of Juffure, Four Days Upriver From The Coast Of The Gambia, West Africa, A Manchild Was Born To Omoro And Binta Kinte.

Is This How You Repay My Goodness--with Badness?” Cried The Boy. “of Course,” Said The Crocodile Out Of The Corner Of His Mouth. “that Is The Way Of The World.

I Think Most People When You Say Slavery Tend To See A Group Of Anonymous People Pulling Cotton Sacks In Great Plantation Fields, And That Is Largely True.

I Wasn't Going To Be One Of Those People Who Died Wondering What If? I Would Keep Putting My Dreams To The Test - Even Though It Meant Living With Uncertainty And Fear Of Failure. This Is The Shadowland Of Hope, And Anyone With A Dream Must Learn To Live There.