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Six slaves sat in a triangle, three women, three men, the men half nestled in the sticky heat of thighs, straining their heads away from the pain of the tightly woven ropes. The six chatted softly among themselves, about the Ohio weather, about how they didn’t mind it because they all felt they were bet­ter suited to this climate. They were guarded in their speech, as if the long stretch between them and the resort property were just a Juba dance away.

Tell me about yourself.

I was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee, and I maintain a strong connection to my southern roots. That history is my foundation.