First, let me tell you about Josiah. They called him the brute. He was seven feet ten, or even less than an inch tall. 300 pounds of pure muscle, the product of years spent at the forge. Hands capable of bending iron bars. A face that made even the biggest men recoil when he entered a room. Everyone was terrified of him. Slaves and freemen alike kept their distance. White visitors to our plantation would stare at him and whisper, “Did you see how big he is? Whitmore has created a monster in the forge.”
But here’s what no one knew. Here’s what I was about to find out. Josiah was the kindest man I’d ever met.
My father called me into his study in March 1856, a month after Foster’s refusal. A month after I had stopped believing I would ever be different on my own.
“No white man will marry you,” she said bluntly. “That’s the reality. But you need protection. When I die, this inheritance will go to your cousin Robert. He’ll sell everything, give you a pittance, and leave you dependent on distant relatives who don’t want you.”
“Then leave me the estate,” I said, even though I knew it was impossible.
“Virginia law doesn’t allow it. Women can’t inherit independently, especially not…” He pointed to my wheelchair, unable to finish his sentence. “So what do you suggest?”
“Josiah is the strongest man on this estate. He’s intelligent. Yes, I know he reads secretly. Don’t look so surprised. He’s healthy, capable, and, from what I’ve heard, kind despite his size. He won’t abandon you because he’s legally obligated to stay. He’ll protect you, provide for you, take care of you.”
The logic was terrifying and flawless.
“Did you ask him?” I insisted.
“Not yet. I wanted to tell you before.”
“What if I refuse?”
At that moment, my father’s face aged ten years. “Then I’ll continue to look for a white husband, we’ll both know I’ll fail, and you’ll spend your life after my death in boarding houses, dependent on the charity of relatives who consider you a burden.”
He was right. I hated that he was right.
“Can I meet him? Talk to him before making this decision, for both of our sakes.”
“Sure. Tomorrow.”
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