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“Hell is something Thieves made up, son. Careful or you’ll take on all their foolishness. You don’t belong to them unless you think this life is yours for all eternity. Part of you has been stolen, yes. But part of you is free as long as you can dream of something else. When you give that up, you’re theirs for true. Remember son, we come from Strong.”

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Jabari Asim
Jabari Asim

Jabari Asim is an American author born on August 11, 1962. His works primarily focus on themes of race, identity, and growth, and have been well-received by readers. more

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“In a clearing, we began a ring shout by linking hands and marching counterclockwise, each step taking us back to a time before Thieves, before abduction and the routine infliction of wicked depravities. To a time before we were Stolen, when our ancestors walked with us and anything was possible. With the accompaniment of tapping sticks and the humming of sacred sounds, we raised our hands high. “Brethren, Sistren,” I urged, “let us be who we are.”

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“Waking quickly, I leapt to the ground and looked directly into the eyes of the Savage. He looked entirely different, calm somehow; all traces of lunacy had vanished from his expression. His mouth, usually slack and oblivious to the ever-present flies, had formed a sly smile, his lips curved and tight with purpose. These he opened and uttered the first word I’d ever heard him speak. “Run,” he said. “Run.” I had seconds to obey him before flames devoured the entire conveyance.”

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“Though Mary could not speak she had learned to endow her gestures with great meaning. Every raised eyebrow and curled lip conveyed precise instructions, from take care with the salt to add more wood to the fire. Planters from farms throughout the county sent their Stolen cooks to study and practice under her knowing gaze. Watching her preside over her smoky cookhouse was akin to watching an elaborate dance. The Thieves, with their reels and waltzes, couldn’t begin to match the majestic grace of Silent Mary and her acolytes as they moved about her tiny space, conjuring tasty confections from the smoke and flames.”

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“A baby fortunate to survive long enough to acquire the gift of speech learned quickly about the world into which she was born. There was likelihood she would never have a chance to use such words as “mother” or “father.” Instead she would learn terms like “Stolen” and “Thief” right after she learned her own name. But no matter the circumstances and through a process none of us could explain, she would always remember the seven words whispered in her ear.”

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