Living in Austin, I miss the magnificent moss-draped oaks of New Orleans. If I lived in Natchez, I would sit on the bench under this oak, with a good book, passing the time and remembering the slaves who suffered and died here. This oak is at Melrose, a plantation home preserved by the National Park Service. My emotions are conflicted: appreciation for the charm and beauty of Melrose is outweighed by the horror and immorality of human slavery used to support the planter's lifestyle. |
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