Valaida
Ophelia,
I just got a letter, and Valaida got sent to one of those camps.
I don't know how long she's been there... but I'm a little scared now. Paris was so free for so long- and now it's changing. Now, she wasn't here- but it could happen here. I get a feeling the camps are worse than getting lynched to death- maybe even worse than working for The Madisons. Mister Madison likes to act like slavery never ended, and everyone is too scared to say anything. My sister Ida got two children by him, and is too scared to leave.
That's not going to happen to me. I don't want to be shut away in a camp somewhere, or lying dead somewhere, or being a bedwarmer slave for some soldier who thinks its okay to treat me like a slave woman.
I'm Jacqueline Pearson. A singer. A dancer. A dreamer. I ain't about to give up all of that...
Oh, speaking of, I had another of those strange day dreams. They kept me out of trouble so far, and my instinct is keeping me out of trouble.
And my voice. God, don't let me lose what is keeping me alive... and don't let me lose Vito. Yeah, I know, another white boy.
(this is a on a seemingly blank piece of paper)
I just got a letter, and Valaida got sent to one of those camps.
I don't know how long she's been there... but I'm a little scared now. Paris was so free for so long- and now it's changing. Now, she wasn't here- but it could happen here. I get a feeling the camps are worse than getting lynched to death- maybe even worse than working for The Madisons. Mister Madison likes to act like slavery never ended, and everyone is too scared to say anything. My sister Ida got two children by him, and is too scared to leave.
That's not going to happen to me. I don't want to be shut away in a camp somewhere, or lying dead somewhere, or being a bedwarmer slave for some soldier who thinks its okay to treat me like a slave woman.
I'm Jacqueline Pearson. A singer. A dancer. A dreamer. I ain't about to give up all of that...
Oh, speaking of, I had another of those strange day dreams. They kept me out of trouble so far, and my instinct is keeping me out of trouble.
And my voice. God, don't let me lose what is keeping me alive... and don't let me lose Vito. Yeah, I know, another white boy.
(this is a on a seemingly blank piece of paper)