Betsy and the Emperor

January 23, 2007


I listened to the low, soft hum of African spirituals emanating from the slave cabins. Trees swayed in the breeze, as if dancing in time to the music. How could people living a life of hard labor find anything to sing about? I wondered. What inspiration could they draw from soil and yams and sweat? And yet, somehow, they found it within themselves- a freedom that no one could take away from them.

Betsy and the Emperor, Staton Rabin, Margaret K. McElderry Books, New York, 2004.


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