There is nothing more heartrending than sitting with someone who has actually heard exslaves speak about their lives. Just being near such a person…its insane. My aunt is 92. Her grandmother was a slave. And it kills me that when she was raising her kids no one wanted to hear her grandmothers stories. Her grandmother sat all of her kids and grandkids down and told them first hand what slavery was like. Who her parents were, what they were like. What the work was like. And my aunt tried to pass it on but no one cared to listen. Now theres a lot she cant remember and its just….gone. it drives me crazy. And yet its like…holy fuck. When i hug her, my aunt, i know that she hugged my great great grand….was probably brought into the world by her…and im thisclose to the last enslaved ancestor we know of. The earliest ancestor we can find. I just…cant explain how amazing that is.