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Ta-Nehisi Coates

Ta-Nehisi Coates is a senior editor for The Atlantic, where he writes about culture, politics, and social issues for TheAtlantic.com and the magazine. He is the author of the memoir The Beautiful Struggle.

Born in 1975, the product of two beautiful parents. Raised in West Baltimore, not quite The Wire, but sometimes ill all the same. Studied at the Mecca for some years in the mid-90s. Emerged with a purpose, if not a degree. Slowly migrated up the East Coast with a baby and my beloved, until I reached the shores of Harlem. Wrote some stuff along the way.

The Awesome Junior Whopper

Because we clearly have not lifted enough from Matt's blog today, I want to double down on this point about the value of fast food in regards to weight-loss:

I think that sometimes people need to be just a bit more patient with the operation of things. I see the McDonald's oatmeal saga as in some ways optimistic. The first piece of good news about McDonald's oatmeal is that, as a marketing strategy, they clearly think there's money to be made in selling people food that they perceive as healthier than the existing McDonald's options. The second piece of good news about McDonald's oatmeal is that, as a matter of corporate policy, McDonald's discloses extensive nutritional information about the food they sell. Thanks to the second piece of good news, we know that the promise of healthy McDonald's oatmeal is a lie. And thanks to the Affordable Care Act, more extensive and aggressive calorie information will be coming.

Last year I found myself traveling a lot and thus ending up in my room with McNasty's or Burger King. I can not overstate the benefit of knowing, as much as possible, the precise amount of calories you're taking. Many of the fast food chains make that really easy. This is a very good thing. As Matt says, calories are most certainly not intuitive. There are "salads" out there that will hit you like a burger

I love Maoz. But the Junior. falafel ultimately, has roughly same amount of calories as the Junior Whopper. Again, there are other important and very good reasons (overall health, ethical, environmental etc.) to go with the falafel. But I don't think weight loss--in and of itself--is a good one. 

Food is complicated. When in doubt, I try to avoid the hidden price tag.

Quantifying Wisdom

Matt Yglesias writes:

A state is fundamentally an ethical enterprise aimed at promoting human welfare. A business isn't like that. If you're trying to look at America from a balance-sheet perspective the problem is very clear. It's not "entitlements" and it's not "Social Security" and it's not "Medicare" and it's not "health care costs" it's the existence of old people. 

Old people, generally speaking, don't produce anything of economic value. They sit around, retired, consuming goods and services and produce nothing but the occasional turn at babysitting. The optimal economic growth policy isn't to slash Social Security or Medicare benefits, it's to euthanize 70 year-olds and harvest their organs for auction. With that in place, you could cut taxes and massively ramp-up investments in physical infrastructure, early childhood education, and be on easy street. The problem with this isn't that it wouldn't work, it's that it would be wrong, morally speaking.

I think there's some level of sarcasm and intentional overstatement here. But it got me to thinking about the actual worth of people over 70, and whether the problem is simply a moral one. Let me be direct--Wouldn't we be a much dumber society if there were no 70-year olds?

My Dad isn't 70, but he's over 60, and in many ways, I think he's done his best work as a father in his post-child-rearing. That work has mostly consisted of dispensing counsel aimed at preventing his offspring from doing something stupid. Very often it's been the species of stupid which he himself imbibed as young person. As a child, you aren't prepared to hear this sort of advice. But as a relatively young adult--especially if you have kids--you're open to the notion that older people may know something that you don't.

Let me stipulate that I don't believe that age necessarily guarantees wisdom. Nor do I think that age necessarily improves the person. And perhaps this is a case where anecdotes are trumped by data. But it strikes me that old people may well produce a disproportionate share of a society's wisdom, or at the very least, some of its sense of purpose and history. I suspect, though I don't know, that that may have some economic value. 

Perhaps, it's just me. But in my time as a reporter, I've always found elders to be invaluable resources. Interviewing Michelle Obama was awesome. Interviewing her mother was doubly-so, because she had a grander sense of what Chicago had been:

"Most of the people were working government jobs, like the post office. My father was a decorator. There was a gentleman in our neighborhood who owned a grocery store," Robinson recalled. He "had to go to his farm to pick up his groceries. It was rough. There were plenty of reasons why people could not do. People who couldn't afford rent for a whole apartment, they would share...

"That's where we got our understanding that it was going to be hard, but you just had to do whatever it takes," she said. "We all went to church. I was a Brownie. I was a Girl Scout. We all took piano lessons. We had drama classes. They took you to the museum, the Art Institute. They did all those things, but I don't know how. I grew up with a grandmother and an aunt. My aunt would do things my mother would not or could not."

This was surely of economic value to the Atlantic, and to me. But snark aside, there some real wisdom here. I know a number of people who are involved in policy-making concerning black communities who'd do well to hear this sort of thing.  Again, to be clear, I think you can achieve age without achieving wisdom. But I'm not so sure you can achieve wisdom without achieving age. 

Forgive the haze enveloping this post--my perspective is more literary than wonk, and thus subject to all the problems entailed in that approach. Someone more lettered will have to close the circle for me, or demonstrate why it can't be closed. 

Paul Krugman's Book Club

Given that he's gone all effete liberal and shit. All kidding aside, here's the space for this week's chapters. Have at it.

For The Horde

A few good comments..

RWG reflects on his time in the comic book biz, and the death of Dwayne McDuffie:

As I've mentioned once or twice here, I'd met him a few times back when I was in my third life (writing comics), which just about coincided with the launch of Milestone Comics. He and his crew (well, some of them - I'd always wanted to meet Robert L. Washington in person to tell him I thought his dialogue in "Static" was the best "superhero" dialogue I'd ever read) would swing through Texas to do the whole promotion thing and we'd end up in the same stores with not a whole lot going on. 

Don't recall a lot about those times, except that he was a fairly imposing dude who rarely chose to use it, if you know what I mean. And, believe me, with some of the questions and comments he would get at some of those shops and conventions, I dunno if I could've done the same were our roles reversed. Comic book folk aren't exactly the most sensitive people in the world. Well, maybe they are now, but we weren't back then. 

There had been black pros in comics for over a decade before McDuffie broke onto the scene, but up until then I'd seen very few at conventions. Probably not fair to them or Dwayne, but it didn't really take long before he became "the face" of the black comic book professional. And even if Milestone didn't end up being the financial breakthrough that some were hoping for, the line did well enough. RWG (coming as it did right before the big bust of the '90s, in retrospect, I dunno if more could've been expected)

We talked some more about this in the thread. I didn't realize that Christoper Priest (Jim Owsley) was a first of sorts. One of the cool things about being a kid in the pre-internet age, is the beautiful freedom of misinterpretation. When Jim Owsley referred to something from another book, he'd put it asterisk next to it and write ("See Avengers #268--Ows.") I got it in my head that "Ows" was a different dude--like there was some sort of freaky internal dialouge going on between the writer and this dude "Ows." Nothing like being ten and thinking "Who the fuck is Ows?"

Leora agrees with Anna Holmes's point that celebreties need to ditch the "just like you" pitch and admit that looking like a God hard work, and something you get paid to do:

That's awesome. I like Holmes's emphasis that this is their JOB - e.g. someone else is effectively paying for their time at the gym, their personal trainer, and their Whole Foods groceries. They are not cramming a workout session at the Y in between meetings and picking the kids up. They are also not feeding a household on $40k/year. I never want to see "Diet Tips from [Insert Celebrity]" again, because their lifestyle is simply not applicable to normal women who have normal jobs, normal time constraints, and normal incomes. 

I'm in pretty good shape, but I'm fairly sure if I had an assload of cash and dropped out of law school, I could be in awesome shape. Not gonna happen. Just not my life.

Cynic, of course, connects the dots:

Part of it is an appeal to young men, who want to fantasize about how Minka Kelly is really just a down to earth who will drink a beer with them. 

And that put me in mind of the latest nugget from OK Cupid: 

Among all our casual topics, whether someone likes the taste of beer is the single best predictor of if he or she has sex on the first date. No matter their gender or orientation, beer-lovers are 60% more likely to be okay with sleeping with someone they've just met. Sadly, this is the only question with a meaningful correlation for women. 

So having a beer with Minka Kelly is indeed the fantasy of many young men.

This response to Kanye West is probably the best I've read all year:

"An abortion can cost a ballin' nigga up to 50gs maybe a 100. Gold diggin' bitches be getting pregnant on purpose, Liz Lemon."

I spent the rest of the day randomly noting to family members "An abortion can cost a ballin nigga 50 Gs, Liz Lemon!" Which replaces "This honky grandma be tripping! Is it racist when I do your act?" My house is kinda nuts.

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The Lost Battalion

It's yours...

Especially the Blacks and the Jews

Jeff Goldberg links to Charlie Sheen's anti-Semitic rantings:

For no apparent reason, in both interviews Mr. Sheen said Mr. Lorre's real name is Chaim Levine. He was born Charles Levine; a Hebrew version would be Chaim. The comment struck executives at both CBS and Warner Brothers as anti-Semitic, according to an executive who had spoken with representatives of both companies.

In response to the shutdown, Mr. Sheen sent a comment to TMZ. Again he attacked Mr. Lorre, saying, "What does this say about Haim Levine [Chuck Lorre] after he tried to use his words to judge and attempt to degrade me. I gracefully ignored this folly for 177 shows." He added,"I urge all my beautiful and loyal fans who embraced this show for almost a decade to walk with me side-by-side as we march up the steps of justice to right this unconscionable wrong." 

In a previous radio appearance, Mr. Sheen had indicated he was ready to go back to work but was being prevented by the decision to shut down production. In the interviews Thursday, he expressed rage with Mr. Lorre for not doing "his job, which is to write." 

He accused Mr. Lorre of taking money from him by canceling several episodes of the show. Mr. Sheen is reported to make $1.2 million for each episode. In the TMZ interview, Mr. Sheen said, "I violently hate Chaim Levine. He's a stupid, stupid little man."

I will not claim causation, but I will say that there is a strong and avid correlation between bigotry and stupid. Two And A Half Men is the show that no one I know watches--which is to say a hell of a lot of people. It guaranteed, for Sheen, a perpetual payday on a major network. Sheen is known for his racist rants, but even getting coked-up and randomly shouting "nigger!" in a high-end restaurant wasn't enough to jeopardize his career. So I guess he had to take it up a notch.

It's amazing how little money and fame change people. You are who you are and money only multiplies it. Cash will only make you smarter, if you were interested in being smarter in the first place. I give it five years before we see this dude mud-wrestling with NeNe on Celebrity Weight-Loss Challenge.

The Good News

Julianne Hing marshals some evidence to show that black male graduation gap is not an intractable fact of American existence. I'm a fan of these sorts of posts, not because they bring a dose of positivity, but because they bring a dose of realism. When faced with what appears to be a problem impervious to wonkery, it's very tempting to succumb to the creeping sense that there are no answers. 

This is especially true with African-Americans, given that there's centuries of spectral noise claiming our hidebound inferiority. But what I've learned from my present study is that, at any moment in American history you can find smart, honest people lamenting the hopelessness of some social ill. I think back to Abraham Lincoln, who early in his political career thought that white animosity was so intractable that blacks would have to shipped back to Africa. 

Lincoln was wrong, but he was neither crazy nor singular. It should be oft-noted that we've done a mediocre job of desegregating the country. But it should also be occasionally noted that 
if Abraham Lincoln could see America today, his eyes would pop out of his head.

Awesome Oatmeal

I'm with Mark Bittman on the awesomeness of oatmeal, and especially with him on the notion of not overloading it with sugar, and, consequently, not ordering it from McDonald's. But I wonder about this:

Others will argue that the McDonald's version is more "convenient." This is nonsense; in the time it takes to go into a McDonald's, stand in line, order, wait, pay and leave, you could make oatmeal for four while taking your vitamins, brushing your teeth and half-unloading the dishwasher. (If you're too busy to eat it before you leave the house, you could throw it in a container and microwave it at work. If you prefer so-called instant, flavored oatmeal, see this link, which will describe how to make your own). 

 If you don't want to bother with the stove at all, you could put some rolled oats (instant not necessary) in a glass or bowl, along with a teeny pinch of salt, sugar or maple syrup or honey, maybe some dried fruit. Add milk and let stand for a minute (or 10). Eat. Eat while you're walking around getting dressed. And then talk to me about convenience.

I often hear this complaint from people who cook directed at people who don't. The notion basically holds that cooking isn't as inconvenient as people make it out to be. I don't know. I make my oatmeal in a pot at home--there's something blasphemous about microwaving it--but I don't own a dishwasher, and cleaning up actually is work. Moreover, I'm assuming people standing in that McDonald's line can, text, tweet, e-mail or whatever while they wait.

The bigger thing here is understanding why people go to McDonald's in the first place. I strongly suspect that the entire experience is comforting. In a day of constant work, pushes and pulls, you have this one clean place, which is the same everywhere, dispensing joyful shots of sugar and salt. That's just me thinking about how I've eaten the past--and also how I eat when my brain is crowded with everything besides what I'm eating. 

I think what Bittman urges in his writing is is consciousness. He wants people to think hard about what they're eating. I strongly suspect that people go to McDonald's for the exact opposite reason--to get unconscious. Understanding why that it is, goes beyond our food. It's about how we live.

I'm in Ur Base, Killin Ur Modalities

Kanye West joins the abortion debate:

Last night, Kanye tweeted the following: "an abortion can cost a ballin' nigga up to 50gs maybe a 100. Gold diggin' bitches be getting pregnant on purpose. #STRAPUP my niggas!" He followed it up with "It ain't happen to me but I know people."

Clearly a profound deployment of ninth-wave feminist irony and surrealist enstrangement meant to provoke and disturb our post-postmodern concepts of life, capital and nontraditional modes of communication. Clearly.

The Lost Battalion

It's yours.

I'll Just Have a Salad

Or not:

Minka Kelly, the "sexiest woman alive," slides a fork into a tangle of spaghetti carbonara. Zoë Saldana has a basket of fried calamari. Jennifer Lawrence, an Oscar nominee for her leading role in "Winter's Bone," wants it known that a skimpy morning repast is not going to satisfy her. "I'm freakish about breakfast," she explains to an Esquire magazine writer there to interview her. "You're not gonna order, like, fruit or something, are you? Because I'm gonna eat." We then learn that Ms. Lawrence "orders the eggs Benedict without looking at the menu." 

For regular readers of glossy magazines -- which depend on interviews with famous people to generate chatter and goose newsstand sales -- such situations have become increasingly familiar. (Especially over the last year or so, and most persistently in Esquire, the source of the three preceding examples, as well as Ms. Kelly's November 2010 crown of sexiness.) A writer meets a starlet for breakfast, lunch or dinner. The starlet, usually of slim and gamine proportions, appears to thwart our expectations by ordering and consuming, with conspicuous relish, a meal that might satisfy a hungry dockworker.

On the journalism of this, first. The scene where the reporter and star eat together should be banished from all of magazines. I'm sure I've done it before, and it's not wrong if it serves some higher purpose, or if something interesting truly get says. But usually the point is to prove the star's accessibility, that they're--in fact--just like you. Which they are not. 

Anna Holmes gets it:

"We would all appreciate it if you had an interview with an actress who says: 'You know what? It's my job to be a certain size, and it takes a lot of work for me to do so. I tend to eat very healthy, small portions, but once in a while I splurge,' I would like to hear that. That it's not easy."

This of course would ruin the fantasy. On a deeper level, I'm never sure who this is for. Part of it is an appeal to young men, who want to fantasize about how Minka Kelly is really just a down to earth who will drink a beer with them. But it doesn't strike me as much different than the Kardashians "everygirl" appeal to young women. Every few months, one of them discovers a new "secret" to weight loss, because, you know, they love cookies and cream ice cream and kit-kats too.

Dwayne McDuffie, the Icon

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Dwayne McDuffie has died. Better people than me will be able to give tribute to the full measure of his career. All I can say is that Justice League, which McDuffie produced along with DCU pioneer Bruce Timm, is one of the best television shows I've ever seen. It sucks that animation--and genre period--puts you in the easy punch-line section. It sucks more that a lot of genre writers regard themselves as such. But Justice League stood for a particular aesthetic which holds that flying men, brawny women, wizards, and giant robots can be as literary as drug addicts, stock brokers, and mafiosos.

We live in pop-nerd heaven. All around us are transformers, vampires, werewolves, video games, computers, and teen ghosts. Much of it sucks, because much of everything sucks. This is a seemingly inviolable law of nature, no matter how high-minded the source material or intentions. Transformers is no worse than Pearl Harbor. But at all events, there is still some pride taken when something you love, is taken seriously. (Think Kavalier & Klay, here.) 

McDuffie is roundly praised for efforts on behalf of diversity, and in not mentioning them here, I don't mean to slight them, so much as I mean to try to cover different ground. Justice League stood for modesty, humor and subtlety. It was deep influence on the style of memoir, and how I thought about popular art period. I'm sorry I never got to say that to Dwayne. I'm sorry he is gone.

As a final aside, here is Dwayne writing about his discovery that Clarence Thomas was one of his biggest fans.

The Work

Guys I'm out for today and tomorrow. I'm travelling and finally finishing this Malcolm piece for the magazine. Normally, I'd leave this space open. But increasingly, at least when I'm offline, I think that's a bad idea. Sorry for going dark. I'll be back in a few.

A Closing Thought

One final e-mail on Vick:

I wonder if it is possible that everyone is just way too far out of their depth on this one. How do any of us have a conversation about things with which so few of us have any experience? How many of us have stood in the muck of a factory farm, the nauseating smell of animal excrement filling the air? Let alone, stood at the side of a dog pit and seen two pitbulls go at it? How many of us can speak to the soul of dog fighter when most of us have never known one? 

 How then in the world can we bring all of this together to speak in any kind of thoughtful way about the reasonableness of threatening someone with bodily harm who we have never met? Or whether there is any kind of cognitive disconnect between eating factory farmed meat and hating a man who would slam a dogs head into the ground until it was dead? Maybe some things require experience, not just knowledge. 

I'll speak for myself here. Whenever you're reduced to debating the difference "some" and "many," you're likely out of your depth. At that point, you may well be narrowly right. But you've likely failed at the greater point of honest dialouge. So that's me. I'm not convinced that more information would have changed my root opinions. They are as follows:

1.) I think torturing and killing animals is heinous. Full Stop. I didn't say this initially. I should have. Surely they are reasons why people do heinous things, but this only explains. It does not excuse.

2.) I think calling someone evil, or wishing them harm, or wish them death is the sort of thing you do to close off a conversation, not open one up. Whenever we start ruminating too hard on the black heart of Nathan Bedford Forrest, I know that we've all gotten too comfortable. This my general approach to writing, and too life. I just don't have much use for individual evil.
 
With that said, good conversations don't happen in a vacuum. They need to be facilitated by moderator who has some actual authority, by which I mean not the power to delete a comment, but the power of facts. Candor compels to confess a lack of such authority.

We're all fairly cordial here, and one can get lured into a false sense of security. Things that should be left at the coffee table, gain gravitas when spoken publicly by someone who likes to brag about being a big-time senior editor. I have made this mistake before. I will probably make it again. But I really hope not. This is not anyone's safe space, and it really shouldn't be. You come here to meet a particular slice of the world, not for therapy.

Finally, I mostly hate debate that is inactionable. I kept bringing up factory-farming, and its abuses. I still think its relevant, but as a rather flagrant consumer of factory-farmed meat, the whole exercise, in my gut, smacked of debate team. 

I hate when people talk just to score points. After I came back from the Woods, I talked about making some changes. I've not done too well with those. So as to point something on it, something more than the need to be right, I'm rededicating myself post haste. Some good must come out of all of this yelling.

So that's it. After two threads, I think I should leave comments off. Better people than me really should be hosting this conversation. When in doubt, it's best to be quiet. Really, really quiet.

Jay Gatsby in 3D

Confirmed. This basic theory here is that more is, in fact, more. Kenyatta was just saying she liked dude's Romeo + Juliet. I did at the time too. But my affection has dulled over the years, and I'm not so confident in my taste. I should probably see it again.

That said, Andrew is right. This is awesome.

Dave Duerson

Good God:

Before he shot himself fatally in the chest Thursday, the former Chicago Bears defensive back Dave Duerson sent family members text messages requesting that his brain tissue be examined for the same damage recently found in other retired players, two people aware of the messages said Saturday night.

As a longtime force in the N.F.L. players union, Duerson, 50, was keenly aware of chronic traumatic encephalopathy, the degenerative brain disease linked to depression, dementia and occasionally suicide among more than a dozen deceased players. He had expressed concern in recent months that he might have had the condition, said one person close to him who spoke on condition of anonymity.

I don't even know what to say, anymore.

Means and Ends

The amount of fail that led us into Iraq is still amazing. And the failure keeps coming. There is something poetic in the fact that all our advanced weaponry, all our high technology, interconnectedness and instant pleasures can not cure us of our humanity. We can bug a man's cell-phone, but can't stop ourselves from hearing what we'd like. 

Surely there are those, watching the events spreading across the Middle East, who will laud themselves as vindicated. It's more likely that they never saw themselves as needing vindication from the start. I don't know. I don't think ends and means are truly separable. The means you employ are often a statement about your true, unstated, ends.


The Lost Battalion

It's yours.

History's Greatest Monster

Some responses to the Michael Vick post--the printable ones, at least.

Vick as evil:

It really isn't good to try to defend evil by playing the race card. Too many suffer because of true racism but it devalues that arguement everytime its misused. Vick is evil his color isn't a factor his character is!!

Vick as intrinsic killer of dogs, and potential killer of humans:

Have you seen what he did to the animals in his care? Have you completely watched the video's he made of himself Smashing a dogs head onto concrete until she died, and then did it again while laughing? Have you seen the videos of him laughing and electrocuting his dogs in his pool. Look at the pictures and then read the court evidence. 

The only reason he is out of prison is because of his money, money which he is hiding among friends and family and now the courts are going after his friends and family for the five million that hes "hidden". 

He is Not reformed. The only regret he has is that he was caught. As for other players in football, I shake my head. How is it as a country when more than 25% of American children go without meals that all of those fools are paid millions of dollars to catch a ball and run up and down a field?

Please, View all of the evidence before deciding anything, on his reform. Because he hasn't and its only a matter of time before he returns to killing of any sort.

Vick as serial killer, lacking a soul:

People need to stop pulling the race card for Vick. He is POS, no matter the color of his skin. Athletes don't get a free pass to crime and heinous acts of cruelty. In fact, the fact that many many professional athletes or celebs get a free or cheap pass when charged and CONVICTED of a crime sickens me. He doesn't even qualify as a good human being in my eyes. I would never allow my children to play with his kids, go over to his house, or even watch a game that has has played in. 

 He is just as bad as a serial killer in my eyes, and the fact that YOU and others are saying that people are pissed just because he is black just shows your ignorance. The fact that you cannot see that willfully torturing, maining and inflicting ungodly pain on an innocent creature is wrong and heartless shows that you are missing a piece of your own soul. I hope that you don't have any dogs. 


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Presidents' Day

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As we all take a moment to honor our founding fathers, it's worth taking a moment to also acknowledge one of our founding mothers:

Absconded from the household of the President of the United States, ONEY JUDGE, a light mulatto girl, much freckled, with very black eyes and bushy hair. She is of middle stature, slender, and delicately formed, about 20 years of age. 

She has many changes of good clothes, of all sorts, but they are not sufficiently recollected to be descri- bed--As there was no suspicion of her going off, nor no provocation to do so, it is not easy to conjecture whither she has gone, or fully, what her design is;-- but as she may attempt to escape by water, all masters of vessels are cautioned against admitting her into them, although it is probable she will attempt to pass for a free woman, and has, it is said, where- withal to pay her passage. 

Ten dollars will be paid to any person who will bring her home, if taken in the city, or on board any vessel in the harbour;--and a reasonable additional sum if apprehended at, and brought from a greater distance, and in proportion to the distance. 

FREDERICK KITT, Steward.

Judge was a personal assistant to Martha Washington. She fled upon being told that she would be wedding present to Washington's a grand-daughter. (Again, enslaved black people were literal property--fit to be bought, traded, and presented. And over the next half-century, slavery came to be thought of by Southerners as the natural place of black people.) 

Judge lived the rest of her days in toil, Her husband, who'd helped her escape to New Hampshire, died soon after the fled. Her kids hired themselves out as indentured servants. But Oney Judge wanted nothing of pity:

When asked if she is not sorry she left Washington, as she has labored so much harder since, than before, her reply is, "No, I am free, and have, I trust been made a child of God by the means."

Freedom is the right to govern your life. It is the ownership of your labor, not economic security. No one knew this more than the enslaved. 
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