My Story as a Slave Childhood Years: I was born in 1834 on a large plantation, that contained over a thousand acres, and over one hundred enslaved souls, located thirty some old miles south east of Atlanta, Georgia. I was descended from imported Africans, and probably from some of the darkest of the native race. Darker than most of my fellow slaves on this plantation. My master is a well-known man, who has deep roots in …showed first 75 words of 3498 total…

…showed last 75 words of 3498 total…that all people need to know of the full truth of the past, not only one side of it. I dream that they will not be judged for the color of their skin, or for the texture of their hair. I want them to be judged for the men that they are, the lives that they will lead, and the examples that are left after they are gone. These are my hopes, dreams, and prayers.