When I appreciated my freedom
As the names strolled up in white against the black background, I could not hold back my tears. I struggled to read the rest of the narration because the screen was about 15cm by 13cm and so close to my face. I could gather, however that the film was based on a true story - I appreciated my freedom. Could I freely weep in front of these strangers. I looked to my left and time after I looked to my right. I was surrounded by an elderly British woman and to my left a young Asian woman - I appreciated my freedom. I cut ten centuries off my current timeline and I imagined myself a slave. A young, beautiful, voluptuous black woman. Intelligent and at times lazy as I am. Whose white married man and farm cotton farm owner's fantasies would I fulfill. The fact that I chose a strong white man now, would not have been my own then. The fact that he marvels at my full behind would have been an open secret he lived through my every move - I appreciate my freedo...