Some 20 years ago, an American history class for homeschoolers was reading Booker T. Washington’s “Up From Slavery.” Rebecca, a bright 12-year-old of my acquaintance, told her parents that she couldn’t really identify with the slavery described by Washington in his autobiography’s first chapter.
On the following Friday evening, with her consent, her parents decided to help her out. They arranged a pallet for sleeping in the corner of the kitchen. Early the next morning, her mother flicked on the overhead lights and commanded her to get up, sweep the floor, and make breakfast. Her parents enjoyed eggs and bacon; Rebecca was given some unbuttered toast. She was assigned chores throughout the day and awarded a light lunch at noon.





