Ellen Craft,
I can’t imagine how it was for you to be born in the image of someone who would be considered free, yet still had to live the life of one who was enslaved. When you and your husband came up with up with a plan to claim the freedom that was rightfully yours, you had to consider the fact that you couldn’t even escape as a woman, because you weren’t seen as human, just as a piece of merchandise. I understand your apprehension to assume your disguise, as it must not only have been terrifying, but also painful that you had to assume the appearance of the very people you were trying to escape from. You had to pretend to be in a position where you owned the man you loved, where you were perceived as human and he was perceived as nothing more than your slave. How were you able to keep your composure with all the hate around you? The extent of relief you felt when you no longer had fear and you knew your children would be free is one I can never begin to imagine.
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