The Slaves Have Names: Ancestors of My Home

When my family moved to these Central Virginia plantations when I was 14, I had no sense of the history of slavery that was at the heart in this place. No one really discussed the enslaved people who had built these beautiful buildings beyond mention of the fact that there was a slave graveyard. So when – in college – I realized the silence around these individuals, I began to be interested . . . and a bit ashamed because, well, I was part of the silence, too. This book is my attempt to speak their stories aloud so that others will know these people. Their stories are not mine, but they have shaped who I am and the work I do now as a writer, genealogist, and historian. Thank you for wanting to know these people. *** Also available from your favorite bookseller.