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by Sophia S.
Wisconsin, WMVS
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My mother says we once belonged to someone called master, but I never knew what she meant. One day she pulled out a quilt. She said "this was your great, great, grandmother and grand fathers quilt. It is very old! You see a long, long time ago, we were slaves." "What are slaves," I asked.
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