Dad was taking me on a tour of Savannah, his hometown, stopping in front of a grand French-style home. Grand Historic Home – Tours Daily read the sign. A group of tourists milled about.
“Our family lived here for generations,” Dad said.
“Lived here? They were rich?” I asked.
“No, honey. They worked here. They were slaves, then, after the war, they were servants.”
I remembered the stories I’d learned in school. People in chains, treated as less than human, subjected to all manner of inhumane treatment. I stare at the tourists snapping photos and laughing, confusion twisting my face.