I learned a history not then written in books but one passed from generation to generation on the steps of moonlit porches and beside dying fires in one-room houses, a history of great-grandparents and of slavery and of the days following slavery; of those who lived still not free, yet who would not let their spirits be enslaved.
Mildred D. Taylor (2004). “Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry (Puffin Modern Classics)”, p.10, Penguin
