By James L. Roark, Michael P. Johnson
"A remarkably positive paintings of artistic scholarship." —C. Vann Woodward, New York overview of Books
In 1860, whilst 4 million African americans have been enslaved, a quarter-million others, together with William Ellison, have been "free humans of color." yet Ellison used to be amazing. Born a slave, his event spans the historical past of the South from George Washington and Thomas Jefferson to Robert E. Lee and Jefferson Davis. In an afternoon while such a lot american citizens, black and white, labored the soil, slightly scraping jointly a residing, Ellison was once a cotton-gin maker—a grasp craftsman. while approximately all unfastened blacks have been destitute, Ellison was once filthy rich and well-established. He owned a wide plantation and extra slaves than all however the richest white planters.
While Ellison used to be unprecedented in lots of respects, the tale of his existence sheds gentle at the collective event of African americans within the antebellum South to whom he remained sure through race. His kin historical past emphasizes the wonderful line setting apart freedom from slavery.
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