“My grandmother kept a place for runaway slaves under her cabin floor. It was dug out just big enough for three people to hide. When I was a little girl she showed me. Mama didn’t like that. Wanted me only to have memories of freedom. Said I was too young to be told such terrible things. “How she going to know how bad things can be in life if she don’t got nothing to compare it to?” Grandmother asked.”
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