I love it when readers, bloggers and authors suggest good books to read. Its absolutely wonderful because you get introduced to books that you probably would have never read if the book hadn’t of been suggested to you.
I had a book that a reader thought I’d be interested in and it’s a book by the late Harriet Ann Jacobs. When I saw the title of the book, I knew it would be a slave narrative because those are always intriguing and inspiring to read. Autobiographies are always a good read.
I don’t want to give too much of the story away in case there may be some readers interested in reading it, but Incidents In The Life Of A Slave Girl tells the story of how Harriet’s de facto slave master, Dr. James Norcom, began sexually harassing her as a child on up into adulthood. The things he did to her in retaliation because she refused his advances were sexually deviant, sickening and beyond cruel. So much so that she eventually runs away.
His wife, Mary Matilda, knew how sexually deviant he was because he had fathered 11 children from several other young female slaves that he owned. Yet, she turned a blind eye to his behavior and took her anger and jealousy out on Harriet. Sadly, this was not uncommon during the terrible era of slavery.
In the hopes of trying to deter James Norcom’s advances, Harriet takes up with another White man who was also pursuing her, attorney Samuel Tredwell Sawyer. That relationship was formed out of desperation by Harriet because she had hoped it would take her away from James Norcom.
I’m going to shelve this book for now because there are elements of this story that is a little too close to home for me. On one particular side of my family, I have a line of relatives and a Grandparent who were all products of a racist and prejudiced interracial relationship. A sad unfortunate fact that even they themselves were ashamed of. How sad because they nor their mother had a choice. Just terrible…
I’m not saying that I’ll never finish this book because I most definitely will, but I’m going to shelve it for now and read it at a later time. My blood was boiling a little too much with this one.
Until next time…