The Half Has Never Been Told: Slavery And The Making Of American Capitalism - Plot & Excerpts
In the middle of the night, a gruff white man’s shouts splintered his child’s deep sleep, and then, on a lower register still came his older brother January’s voice in response. Some other antenna began to rattle. William was sensing that his parents were in distress. Whenever that happened, William always looked for big brother Jan, tall and unbroken. And now, William was out of bed and accelerating out the door of his parents’ cabin toward the sound of January’s voice.He stopped like a braked wheel. The full moon shone on January tied to the pine tree that stood across the yard from the long row of shacks. The white man stood behind January with a bullwhip. A silent chorus of enslaved people watched from their porches. And the young man—caught on the way back from visiting a girl at the next labor camp—refused to cry.January clenched his teeth, trying to endure any amount of pain rather than confirm submission with tears. On slavery’s frontier, however, the blood that ran usually showed a white man’s potency.
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