Caesar and Prince, Cuffee and Quack.

[byronius]

Edwin G. Burrows wrote an incredible history of New York City called "Gotham". In it, he describes a terrible event in 1741, in which four black slaves were slowly burned alive in different quarters of the city after escaping from their master. Caesar lived for days, his screams echoing across New York City streets as he turned on a spit over a bed of coals.

Children played with rag dolls near him, mocking his agony. Merchants nearby sold wares and food, housewives chatted, horses were groomed, men loaded wagons -- all to the music of Caesar's screams. For days. And nights.

Caesar has never left my mind, although I just thought of him this instant. He had escaped and been caught in an apple orchard, slipping on rotten apples as he tried to jump a fence. He had been free but a few days, for which he was charged with a capital crime.

Caesar's screams still echo, in me. It is why Barack Obama stirs my soul, why I love him.

Comfort for Caesar. A coming to rest, just a little.

Do you understand?

[PretzelWarrior]

1. kind of. but no..

I find the 2 to be so removed from one another in time, place, and circumstance.

Man's inhumanity to man is deplorable and will continue to happen in this and other countries even after Barack Obama serves out his terms.

But it does make me feel good we can work toward a time when at least race isn't one of those determining factors that would case a person to torture another person and have it be accepted by others.