“Jesus,” I heard the woman say in a voice of controlled disbelief behind me. “Jesus,” she said again. We both stood before wrought-iron shackles that had perhaps been on the ankles of an enslaved African…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
“Jesus,” I heard the woman say in a voice of controlled disbelief behind me. “Jesus,” she said again. We both stood before wrought-iron shackles that had perhaps been on the ankles of an enslaved African…