
“Nothing could have prepared me for what she said next. She said, ‘Miss Watson told Judge Thatcher that she was going to sell you to a man in New Orleans.’
‘What’s that mean?’ Lizzie asked. ‘Papa, what does that mean?’
I walked to the door and looked out.
‘Jim?’ Sadie said.
‘Papa?’
‘Did she say all of us or only me?’ I asked.
‘Just you Jim,’ she cried. ‘What are we going to do? They’re going to split us up and we won’t know where you are.’
They were going to rip my family apart and send me to New Orleans, where I would be even farther from freedom and would probably never see my family again.”
-James: A Novel
Photographer: Bre’Ann Whlgn




































