• There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing

    Julius Lester
  • Its hardness and solidity had been an odd kind of comfort. Do not wish for anything. Be and endure. The Old African had learned that enduring was power too, and just as he had been drawn to the boulder, so the slaves, after a while, were drawn to him

    Julius Lester
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