From the Eye of Kate Henry: MEMOIRS OF A NEGRO SLAVE WOMAN
This book was not written for the purpose of causing contention between the different races. The book does not imply that slavery was joyful by no means rather it illustrates that all has not been told. In the hearts of all people there is bad but deep down inside we still can find some good. When most people hear the word slavery they become resentful and shameful. Many tend to hold contention in their hearts. Friends, it’s time for us to get passed our past lives and take a good look at what God has set in front of us. As you sit down and begin reading this tale uou are adjured to please read it slowly. The words chosen in the pages of this book have been prayerfully chosen. The story itself has a deep southern flavor with a tantalizing southern slave language. Whether you’re young or old, this book’s language must be digested one word at a time and its meaning needs to be digested slowly. Many of the lines you’ll read have taken years to present in written form. Many of the words are extremely expressed for your deepest attention and awakening knowledge. Some of the tales and events really happened to many of the author’s relatives.
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