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Paradise Lies:
A Modern Slave Narrative
by Anna Dunwell

"WOW" ~ Val King - ´┐╝"You're a terrific writer, and your life story is remarkable…I like, and admire, your writing. I've seen some of these themes written about before, many times - but hardly ever so clearly and with such insight." ~ Andrew Szanton, Writer´┐╝ - "Wow! I couldn't stop reading!…obviously the writing is good for that to happen! ~ Helaine Golan, Yoga Teacher & Writer
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Chapter One THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH
The kitchen was where I got hit. Once he struck me across the face so hard it erased all memory of what made him angry
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Chapter Two WITNESS
My parents and I, and my grandmother’s ashes, lived in a $69-a-month railroad flat in Bedford Stuyvesant on the third floor of a brownstone that had a bathroom, a bedroom crammed with oversized Queen Anne furniture, a kitchen, a living room, and my room, the one without the door.
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Chapter Three HARMONY
Uncle Cordell and Aunt Charlotte lived two blocks from us, but their home felt like a different world where I wished I lived all the time.
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Chapter Four JOURNEY
Whoosh, bump, hiss, sweep, whoosh, bump, hiss, sweep. My chest moved up and down inside the rhythm. My body was floating, gliding like a dandelion seed blown into the air of the oxygen lung.
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Chapter Five CANAL ZONE
My grandfather had taken me with him in the car once before to a conference of black doctors working against lynching in the Berkshires.
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Chapter Six SUN TO SUN
“Man works from sun to sun, but woman’s work is never done.” The words streamed from my grandmother’s mouth as if it was gospel and the only knowledge I’d ever need.
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Chapter Seven THE LAST SUMMER
Some of my class mates called their fathers Dad, but I didn’t have permission to act that grown up.
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Chapter Eight HIDEAWAY
I figured my parents must be middle class because they were buying a summer place from an ad in the New York Times.
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Chapter Nine INTEGRATION
“You’re late,” the nurse said, turning away from me. I followed her into a room off the main office. She closed the door behind me. Two hundred white kids and four Negro ones. No one said I was different, but I was thirteen and I could feel it.
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Chapter Ten SHANGHAI LADIES
Through the venetian blinds I stared at the kids and boys sprawled on the stoop across the street.
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Chapter Eleven ANNETTE
“She’s growing up,” is what my mother said to anyone we met on the street.
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Chapter Twelve POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE
“How did I get here?” I asked myself as Miss Devlin played the piano for the last time I'd hear it here.
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Book Titles 2 ~ 10
I Came for the Transcendentalists, Book 2
Utopia Get Out, Book 3
Providence Exchange, Book 4
Brass Ring Frying Pan, Book, 5
Primitive Rites of Caucasian Cannibals, Book 6
Black Woman in a Basement, Book 7
Holy Subtext, Book 8
Paradise Lies Beneath the Feet of the Mother, Book 9
Internal Reparations, Book 10



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