That night in Philadelphia, the bells rang out, and my heart leaped with a belief I had never held before. Yet when I saw white people rushing to dress while we were ordered to labor, dragging a single engine to the river, my surprise turned to a deep shame. They thought fire meant insurrection for them, but for us, it was only more work to be done by hands that…
“The water laves the shore as it did a thousand years ago.”