
My name is Fatima and before I tell you what happened to me, you need to understand something about where I come from. I was…
Somewhere, authorities were preparing for tomorrow’s inspections, watching for runaways, enforcing the laws that kept millions in bondage. And somewhere ahead, beyond one more day…
The man glanced at her once at the top hat, the bandages, the sickly posture, and moved on without a second thought. He never even…

My name is Ysef Alawahi, 48 years old, imam of the Islamic Center of Dearborn for the last 11 years. 19 days ago, I died…
During their 19 years in England, they never stopped telling their story. They spoke at churches, at political gatherings, at anti-slavery conventions. They raised funds…
“Good Lord, what are you doing in Richmond? Does your master know you’re here?” Other people on the platform were beginning to turn, drawn by…
Her life depended on it. They had 3 days to perfect the performance, 3 days to transform completely. And then on the morning of December…
He brought her to the room where I was reading. It was the elderly woman from the shop, the one I had threatened and extorted.…

My name is Rashid and I need to tell you about the night I tried to kill innocent people. I know that sounds shocking. I…
William wrote their story down, preserving it in a book that would be read for generations. Running a thousand miles for freedom became both memoir…





