“Not at our plantation, but I saw an inventory where the woman was twenty-nine. I forget her name.” He leaned forward and brought his hands together. “I’m going to say it twice. There’s a job on the plantation that was ‘good breeder.’ She was a ‘good breeder.’ Had nine children in eleven years. ‘Good breeder.’” He shook his head. “Very few days start without me thinking about that. And that’s when I changed. That’s when I realized that I could not have this property and make it a tourist attraction that would glorify a life of people who exploited human beings. Couldn’t do it anymore. I
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