Who am I to Despair?

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My ancestors were stolen from their lands, forced to endure a transatlantic nightmare of imprisonment, disease, violence, rape, and despair, where at journey’s end they were forced into chattel slavery by sadists. Still, with everything they ever known and loved cruelly taken away, these enslaved people hoped and fought because they believed, if tomorrow could not bring better for them, then at least it could deliver hope for their children.