It was really interesting because almost every other chapter is alternated betwee I really enjoyed reading this book. It was really interesting because almost every other chapter is alternated between the red faced perspectives and the slaves perspective, which gives you an interesting view on the book due to the fact of seeing both the good and bad guys view on all of the situations.
Overall I think that this book is really good because it gives you knowledge that you never really thought about, and also gives you ways to think about information in new ways. Jan 19, Andrew Barash rated it really liked it. This book is about an african slave named Madu and a European boy named Tom. At first Tom hated all African but later on in the book, his views changed. Towards the middle of the book, Tom and Madu cross paths and at first there was a lot of hatred. Towards the end of the book, through collaboration, Madu and Tom like each other.
This book tells readers about the Trans-Atlantic slave trade and the mistreatment of slaves. From the beginning to the end I loved the book. I thought there was a lot of This book is about an african slave named Madu and a European boy named Tom. I thought there was a lot of action and interesting events. It also taught me a lot about the Trans-Atlantic slave trade. It showed me how mistreated the slaves were and how misunderstood they were in this time period.
Nobody's Slave is defiantly a good book to read. Jan 11, Nathan Howard rated it really liked it. Tim Vicary used his novel to highlight the perspective of becoming a slave and the struggles and hardships that come with it. The slave trade occurred between the 15th and 19th century, spreading to mainly North America, South America, and Europe.
Through his characters, readers begin to understand what it is like to be a slave crammed up in the lower deck of the ship and being in the shoes of Madu and what he had to go through, whether the information they hear is accurate or not, and this often leads to discrimination. Tim Vicary explores this through the characters of Madu and Tom Oakley, who are both misjudged by their community, though for different reasons. There is one man, Admiral Hawkins, Who. In Nobodys Slave, Tim Vicary does a great job of bringing Madu and Tom together by telling the story and the perspective of the two.
Eternal dilemma Two believable and beautifully drawn characters take us convincingly through all the moral dilemmas of this huge issue. Who is really to blame? Who should take ultimate responsibility for the atrocities committed in the slavery "business"? How is that we captured, enslaved, beat and lashed other human beings and took them from their homes and families? Much of the talent, skill, industry and artistry in Europe and the USA is down to the descendants of slaves.
This book is an excel Eternal dilemma Two believable and beautifully drawn characters take us convincingly through all the moral dilemmas of this huge issue. This book is an excellent representation, via these two courageous boys, of both sides of the coin. Could a young lad like Tom be forgiven for believing everything inculcated in him - that slaves were little more than primitive animals? That they didn't feel pain or emotion the same as white Europeans? Or were they just telling themselves that? Either way, I cared so much about these two boys that throughout the book I swung from hoping for a realistic, cynical ending, and my blind hope that all would turn out well.
I won't give. Jun 26, Cindy Woods rated it really liked it. Pretty good This is a close historically accurate account of an English expedition in mid 16th century to Africa to procure slaves. The two main characters, a young English sailor and young African tribesman, have their stories told from each of their vantage points. It is one of the better books written of this tragic and trade-off era.
The author made a substantial effort to 'be real' in describing the thoughts and actions of the characters involved in this story. Using historical records and di Pretty good This is a close historically accurate account of an English expedition in mid 16th century to Africa to procure slaves. Using historical records and diaries of the times, he has woven a plot that is interesting and educational while giving great insight to emotion.
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No one is spared tragedy and the greed of monarchies is exposed on all fronts. The two youth involved change their thinking over a course of many month's time in land and sea. I would highly recommend this emotionally charged book to readers of historical fiction. Not my usual type of book; but, I read it because I love historical books and it was a new perspective.
I was curious about how the two young men in the story would interact and how their feelings and experiences compared. Usually, I can relate to the characters in a story but in this case, I couldn't imagine dealing with the things they had to and, I hated even reading about how horrific their experiences were! I believe that we all need to see or read about the past and the wrongs committed in Not my usual type of book; but, I read it because I love historical books and it was a new perspective. I believe that we all need to see or read about the past and the wrongs committed in the name of greed in order to hopefully prevent history from repeating itself!
Taking 17 days to read this book is a record for me in The storyline was good, but it dragged. I got distracted and was more interested in finishing than what the author had to say. The beginning was promising. The middle dragged. The end picked back up. Apr 27, Catherine M Severi rated it it was amazing. Eye opener of the American slave trade The story was a eye opener of the capture and treatment of the African slave. The African was considered a commodity eager than a human being. There is a twist on the story once one young slave helps his captuor.
I recommend all ethnic groups to read and discover the cruel effects of slavery. No one in my family owned a slave or as servants. We are all born free and working to better ourselves. Mar 22, Andrea David rated it it was amazing. Excellent historical fiction! I had my high school World History class read this to get a better understanding of the complexities of this time period.
I found it to be a well-written story that puts human faces and feelings on the horrors of slavery. Ultimately though, it is a story about friendship and understanding between two young men coming of age in a turbulent time in history. What I now know It hurt to read, to be immerse in, even if fictional the trials my ancestors experienced in these pages. Even if this view into their overcoming the daily trials of being persons of color is made up it is important because as the author notes, there is so little written by or about them.
May 08, Kary rated it liked it. It was a good story of slave vs free vs slave vs slave vs friend and freedom. It seemed to jump storylines at times where I had to go and reread to understand. Overall a different viewpoint of stories of slavery I have read. Would have lied if more concentrated on a few plots than so many different characters. Jun 07, Nora Peevy rated it it was amazing. This story focuses mainly on the sea voyage of slave traders and the Cinnamarons fighting the Spanish slave traders. It is a part of slave history not focused on as much and is quite interesting to read.
Madu is a sympathetic character and his friendship with Tom, an English sailor, takes an unexpected turn in the latter half of the book.
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Power, greed and deception A powerful story of two young boys who develop a friendship as they come to recognize their mutual dependency and humanity. How horrifying and depressing to witness the depravity to which men will sink in their quest for power and wealth. Lawson; Frank M. Kirkland eds. Frederick Douglass: A Critical Reader.
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Her name was Eudocia Tomas Pulido. We called her Lola. She was 4 foot 11, with mocha-brown skin and almond eyes that I can still see looking into mine—my first memory. She was 18 years old when my grandfather gave her to my mother as a gift, and when my family moved to the United States, we brought her with us.
No other word but slave encompassed the life she lived. Her days began before everyone else woke and ended after we went to bed. She prepared three meals a day, cleaned the house, waited on my parents, and took care of my four siblings and me. My parents never paid her, and they scolded her constantly.
Listen to the audio version of this article: Feature stories, read aloud: download the Audm app for your iPhone. To our American neighbors, we were model immigrants, a poster family. They told us so. Our secret went to the core of who we were and, at least for us kids, who we wanted to be. After my mother died of leukemia, in , Lola came to live with me in a small town north of Seattle. I had a family, a career, a house in the suburbs—the American dream. And then I had a slave. Outside, I inhaled the familiar smell: a thick blend of exhaust and waste, of ocean and sweet fruit and sweat.
The scene always stunned me. The sheer number of cars and motorcycles and jeepneys. The people weaving between them and moving on the sidewalks in great brown rivers. The street vendors in bare feet trotting alongside cars, hawking cigarettes and cough drops and sacks of boiled peanuts. The child beggars pressing their faces against the windows. Rice country.
The home of a cigar-chomping army lieutenant named Tomas Asuncion, my grandfather. The family stories paint Lieutenant Tom as a formidable man given to eccentricity and dark moods, who had lots of land but little money and kept mistresses in separate houses on his property. His wife died giving birth to their only child, my mother. Slavery has a long history on the islands. Before the Spanish came, islanders enslaved other islanders, usually war captives, criminals, or debtors. Slaves came in different varieties, from warriors who could earn their freedom through valor to household servants who were regarded as property and could be bought and sold or traded.
High-status slaves could own low-status slaves, and the low could own the lowliest. Some chose to enter servitude simply to survive: In exchange for their labor, they might be given food, shelter, and protection. When the Spanish arrived, in the s, they enslaved islanders and later brought African and Indian slaves.
Traditions persisted under different guises, even after the U. The pool is deep. Lieutenant Tom had as many as three families of utusans living on his property. In the spring of , with the islands under Japanese occupation, he brought home a girl from a village down the road. She was a cousin from a marginal side of the family, rice farmers. The lieutenant was shrewd—he saw that this girl was penniless, unschooled, and likely to be malleable.
Her parents wanted her to marry a pig farmer twice her age, and she was desperately unhappy but had nowhere to go. Tom approached her with an offer: She could have food and shelter if she would commit to taking care of his daughter, who had just turned Lieutenant Tom went off to fight the Japanese, leaving Mom behind with Lola in his creaky house in the provinces. Lola fed, groomed, and dressed my mother. When they walked to the market, Lola held an umbrella to shield her from the sun. Then, in a quivering voice, she told her father that Lola would take her punishment.
Lola looked at Mom pleadingly, then without a word walked to the dining table and held on to the edge. Tom raised the belt and delivered 12 lashes, punctuating each one with a word. Lola made no sound. My mother, in recounting this story late in her life, delighted in the outrageousness of it, her tone seeming to say, Can you believe I did that? It was like that. Seven years later, in , Mom married my father and moved to Manila, bringing Lola along. Lieutenant Tom had long been haunted by demons, and in he silenced them with a. Mom almost never talked about it.
She had his temperament—moody, imperial, secretly fragile—and she took his lessons to heart, among them the proper way to be a provincial matrona : You must embrace your role as the giver of commands. You must keep those beneath you in their place at all times, for their own good and the good of the household. They might cry and complain, but their souls will thank you. They will love you for helping them be what God intended. My brother Arthur was born in I came next, followed by three more siblings in rapid succession.
My parents expected Lola to be as devoted to us kids as she was to them. While she looked after us, my parents went to school and earned advanced degrees, joining the ranks of so many others with fancy diplomas but no jobs. Then the big break: Dad was offered a job in Foreign Affairs as a commercial analyst. The salary would be meager, but the position was in America—a place he and Mom had grown up dreaming of, where everything they hoped for could come true.
Dad was allowed to bring his family and one domestic. Figuring they would both have to work, my parents needed Lola to care for the kids and the house. Years later Lola told me she was terrified.
Her parents lived in a hut with a dirt floor. Lola could build them a concrete house, could change their lives forever. We landed in Los Angeles on May 12, , all our belongings in cardboard boxes tied with rope. Lola had been with my mother for 21 years by then. In many ways she was more of a parent to me than either my mother or my father.
Hers was the first face I saw in the morning and the last one I saw at night. I was 4 years old when we arrived in the U. But as my siblings and I grew up on this other shore, we came to see the world differently. Lola never got that allowance. She asked my parents about it in a roundabout way a couple of years into our life in America. Is it possible?
Mom let out a sigh. My parents had borrowed money for the move to the U. My father was transferred from the consulate general in L. He took a second job cleaning trailers, and a third as a debt collector. Mom got work as a technician in a couple of medical labs. We barely saw them, and when we did they were often exhausted and snappish.
Mom would come home and upbraid Lola for not cleaning the house well enough or for forgetting to bring in the mail. An idiot could remember. When Dad raised his voice, everyone in the house shrank. Sometimes my parents would team up until Lola broke down crying, almost as though that was their goal.
It confused me: My parents were good to my siblings and me, and we loved them. By then Arthur, eight years my senior, had been seething for a long time. He was the one who introduced the word slave into my understanding of what Lola was. Toiled every day. Was tongue-lashed for sitting too long or falling asleep too early. Was struck for talking back. Wore hand-me-downs. Ate scraps and leftovers by herself in the kitchen.
Rarely left the house. Had no friends or hobbies outside the family. Had no private quarters. She often slept among piles of laundry. Pompey, go find the doctor. Get on back to work, Pompey! Tom forbids Pompey from attending school but opens the way for Pompey to drink in a whites-only saloon. Near the end, Pompey saves his master from a fire.
I remember thinking: Lola is Pompey, Pompey is Lola. One night when Dad found out that my sister Ling, who was then 9, had missed dinner, he barked at Lola for being lazy. Her feeble defense only made him angrier, and he punched her just below the shoulder. Lola ran out of the room and I could hear her wailing, an animal cry. My parents turned to look at me. They seemed startled. I was It was my first attempt to stick up for the woman who spent her days watching over me.
The woman who used to hum Tagalog melodies as she rocked me to sleep, and when I got older would dress and feed me and walk me to school in the mornings and pick me up in the afternoons. Once, when I was sick for a long time and too weak to eat, she chewed my food for me and put the small pieces in my mouth to swallow. One summer when I had plaster casts on both legs I had problem joints , she bathed me with a washcloth, brought medicine in the middle of the night, and helped me through months of rehabilitation.
I was cranky through it all. In the old country, my parents felt no need to hide their treatment of Lola. In America, they treated her worse but took pains to conceal it. When guests came over, my parents would either ignore her or, if questioned, lie and quickly change the subject. For five years in North Seattle, we lived across the street from the Misslers, a rambunctious family of eight who introduced us to things like mustard, salmon fishing, and mowing the lawn.
Football on TV. Yelling during football. Lola would come out to serve food and drinks during games, and my parents would smile and thank her before she quickly disappeared. A relative from back home, Dad said. Very shy. He once overheard my mother yelling in the kitchen, and when he barged in to investigate found Mom red-faced and glaring at Lola, who was quaking in a corner.
I came in a few seconds later. What was that? I waved it off and told him to forget it. I think Billy felt sorry for Lola.
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I could tell by what she served whether she was merely feeding us or saying she loved us. Admitting the truth would have meant exposing us all. We spent our first decade in the country learning the ways of the new land and trying to fit in. Having a slave did not fit. Having a slave gave me grave doubts about what kind of people we were, what kind of place we came from. Whether we deserved to be accepted. I was ashamed of it all, including my complicity. But losing her would have been devastating. After a series of fallings-out with his superiors, Dad quit the consulate and declared his intent to stay in the United States.
He was supposed to send her back. Both times she wanted desperately to go home.
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The kids needed her. My parents also feared for themselves, they admitted to me later. After each of her parents died, Lola was sullen and silent for months. She barely responded when my parents badgered her. But the badgering never let up. Lola kept her head down and did her work. Money got tighter, and my parents turned on each other. They uprooted the family again and again—Seattle to Honolulu back to Seattle to the southeast Bronx and finally to the truck-stop town of Umatilla, Oregon, population For days in a row Lola would be the only adult in the house. She got to know the details of our lives in a way that my parents never had the mental space for.
Just from conversations she overheard, she could list the first name of every girl I had a crush on from sixth grade through high school. When I was 15, Dad left the family for good. Her main source of comfort during this time: Lola.