Ancestors By Latitcha Heywood On August 3, 2001, I, Janet Sain of 17 years of age living in New York City, was in my bedroom reading a book about slavery, which my English teacher had assigned, for me to read. I learned that many things that I took for granted my ancestors did not get the chance to have. I began wondering what it must have been like for my ancestors going through that time and experiencing slavery. I had not learned about my ancestral background very much- only that I came from an inter-racial background. My mother had also told me that our name, Sain, came from the South, in Maryland where our grandparents worked on a plantation.
By reading this book, I realized that I had been missing
out on a lot by not knowing my familys history and
I felt ashamed. I wish so hard that I could be back there
and then in that time and see what they lived through and
how our generation survived.
This is when it first happened.
Later that night, before I went to bed, I was still
thinking about what had occurred later in the evening.
While in my sleep I dreamt I went back to the South to
the plantation. when I looked around and corn surrounded
me.
Then I realized I was in the cornfields but I could hear
some voices in the distance. I wanted to find out where
the noise was coming from but I was afraid to take the
chance.
Suddenly the voices sounded as if they were getting
closer. Then out came two young men, one black and by his
clothing you could tell he was a slave. He was in
washed-out rags. He must have been 17 or 18 years old.
The other young man was dressed in much better clothes
and he was white. From what I have read the young black
boy must call the white one master.
The white boy looked at me as if it was the first time he
was seeing a human being before. Suddenly the black boy
said, Where you come from in the cornfield? I
couldnt answer his question, so I asked what year
we were in to be sure exactly. He told me that it was
1800 in Maryland. At first I couldnt believe it was
real, or something like this was taking place. He also
said that we were in the Hussain plantation. The white
boy suddenly began to introduce himself, Im
Michael and this here is Delroy.. I later told them
where I was from. At first they didnt believe it
but then I proved it to them. They were also asking me
about why my clothes looked like that. I tried to explain
to them these are my home clothes, but it was useless;
they didnt understand.
Michael told Delroy to get some clothes for me. Michael
ledd me into the house and told his father, whose name
was John Hussain, that he had found me. I was given a
space in the attic where I was to sleep. I was to do
house-hold chores. I thought that it was unusual for me
to be cleaning a house when I didnt even clean my
own home.
The young Michael had a sister. She was 17 years old. He
was a year older than her. She was so rude, always
ordering me around. Michael was already kind to me. He
was sweet. Weeks pass and I was in this place. I was
beginning to wonder when I would get home back. That
fateful night I was going to the attic when Irene,
Michaels sister, saw me and called me back.
Irene made me go in the cookhouse and do chores. Michael
held me down one night and raped me. I tried to stop him
and said no but he just kept on doing it. I couldnt
take it anymore. I had to stop it. At first, I thought
going back to the past would be educational, and I would
get to learn something about my ancestors, but instead I
had to face sexual brutality. I wanted so much to go
home. because it was dangerous for me; Irene is always
cursing me then Michael would beat me to have sex with
him. People also looked at me funny. Delroy whon usually
spoke to me, stopped.
One night Michael came to me and after I wished so hard
that I would go home that I woke up in my room. I was so
glad I got back that I immediately went my mother and
hugged her and thank God that the whole experience was
over.
To this day I dont know if what I lived through was
real or not. But once I asked my mother about the name
Hussain and she said that we had relatives with that
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