Each of us, at some point in our lives, will find ourselves in a wilderness. We will find ourselves isolated—by sickness or sorrow; by oppression or depression; by time or distance. And there in that wilderness we will probably find out who we are.
Imagine this wilderness: You are a twelve-year-old girl. You are an African American slave, held by a wealthy plantation owner. You have none of the rights enshrined in our Bill of Rights—no right to free speech, or religion, or liberty, or justice. You don’t have the right to your own life. Even your parents have no rights were you are concerned (unless, of course, your father happens to be your owner).
Imagine that wilderness…
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