The Wench
Strong women, impossible situations. The women who took the journey from various parts of the antebellum south to the resorts of the north to be a "couple" with their slaveowners, endured beyond modern comprehension. Love, technically and in the purest sense, knows no color, culture, ethnicity, religion, color, economics. In the purest sense, it is blind. Yet, can it be pure when one is owned by the other and the reason for the "holiday" was the sexual exploitation of the other? My questions probably resonated with some of the women in the book like the oldest one who was given away to the resort owner for his depraved sexual exploits to the youngest who was confused by the promises of her "first and only" who fathered children with her and dangled freedom in front of them like a carrot, she being almost white herself, her children technically 1/8th white, the owner not wanting to lose his "property" and "investment." Througho
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