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Have you ever had a crazy dream? I don’t mean a nightmare. I mean something bizarre, something that makes you wonder what’s really going on in your own subconscious.
The silhouetted forms huddled close together in the gathering twilight. A light fog rippled about their ankles as they shuffled around trying to get warm. Among the fog were their stories; each individual's soul with one another entwining, yet never intersecting. And they remembered another misty eve, and that day was as clear to this assemblage of timeless friends and foes as was the scent of sassafras as they watched the tide come in.
The Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade I’m sure we’re all familiar with the major features of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade: European merchant vessels exchanged manufactured and processed goods for human cargo along the western coasts of Africa. These persons were then sold as laborers to large-scale agricultural producers in South America, Southeastern North America, and the Caribbean in exchange for cash crops, which could then be resold in New England in exchange for the manufactured and processed goods needed to purchase yet more slaves. This is an oversimplified version of a classic ‘triangle trade’, but provides a good general overview of the concept, widely accepted by academics and historians.
A palpable hush settled over the audience as the set was swept between acts. Most of the students in the gym, including those who had already or had yet to perform, crowded the stage with looks of anticipation, camera-phones at the ready. Most of the parents sat back in their seats with resigned, annoyed and occasionally outright jealous expressions – but they set their phone cameras to record as well. A large majority of the audience was comprised of none of these common species; a much rarer bird had descended by the flock. But then, every talent scout east of the Mississippi came to Dearborn when Carly Schweinger decided to dance.
Have you ever had a crazy dream? I don’t mean a nightmare. I mean something bizarre, something that makes you wonder what’s really going on in your own subconscious.