The younger man fell silent, but his eyes stayed on William, searching for something. Confirmation, encouragement, a sign that escape was possible. William looked away,…

I have been trying to figure out where to start this story for a long time because there is no clean starting point. There is…

My name is Rasheed. I’m 34 years old. What I’m about to tell you happened on March 15th, 2016. I was clinically dead for 8…
And never, ever let anyone see you right. Ellen nodded slowly, watching her reflection. Practice the movements. Slower, stiffer, the careful, pained gate of a…
The platform teamed with activity. Passengers disembarking, porters hauling luggage, vendors calling out offers of food and newspapers. Richmond was larger than Savannah, busier than…
The Underground Railroad networks expanded, emboldened by examples of successful resistance. Each new escape weakened the system a little more, made the fiction of permanent…
Transcripts: The hand holding the scissors trembled slightly as Ellen Craft stared at her reflection in the small cracked mirror. In 72 hours, she would…
Ellen opened her eyes and looked directly at the woman for the first time. Behind the green tinted glasses, she studied the face that was…
Their story would be taught in schools studied by historians, memorialized in books and articles and monuments. They would become part of the historical record…

My name is Amina Hassan and on June 12th, 2017, I died for exactly 31 minutes after ISIS soldiers shot me in my village in…

