Murder or The Highest Act of Love? - In response to the article you printed on Sethe Garner last week I decided that somebody needed to offer an explanation for her behaviour.

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Daniella Genas                A2 English Lit/Lang

Murder or The Highest Act of Love?

In response to the article you printed on Sethe Garner last week I decided that somebody needed to offer an explanation for her behaviour. I am a friend of Sethes and have been deeply upset by the incident. I have found it very difficult trying to decide whether or not Sethes’ actions were justified. I have received a hostile response from members of the community when trying to explain what I believe to have been Sethes’ motives. Contrary to popular belief I do not at all condone the actions of Mrs Garner. However, I can try and understand the desperation, which drove her to commit such a brutal act.

I am the daughter of a slave woman. My slave master father freed my mother shortly before my birth. He was consumed with guilt and terrified that his wife would find out he had impregnated a slave. When I turned eighteen, I became increasingly curious about the identity of my father. I was also interested in the circumstances surrounding my birth. After months of probing, my mother eventually informed me that I was the product of a rape. My father had followed my mother into the cowsheds where she had been sent by his wife to milk the cows. My father told my mother if she made a sound he would kill her. This act became frequent with my mother being forced to have sex with my father at least twice a week. After a few months it became apparent that my mother was pregnant. My father understood the implications immediately. As he was not especially rich he had only a small number of slaves. Of these slaves only one was male. This slave was the father of my mother and therefore could not be held responsible for her pregnancy. My father realised he would have to act fast to avoid suspicion, so he freed my then sixteen year old mother. She was sent to live with another free slave in Cincinnati where she and I live to this day.

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Stories of my mothers’ time in slavery have given me endless nightmares. Lashings were commonplace on the farm my mother grew up on. She saw many defiant slaves hanging by their necks from trees or even worse watch on as they were decapitated and left to bleed to death. Her life long ambition was to save me from the horrors she was made to endure. She would say, as I was growing up that she would have sooner seen me dead then allow me to be taken into slavery. A few years ago I quizzed her on what she ...

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