Malachi looked at the children
playing in the yard and glanced at his younger brother David who seemed to be
having the time of his life. They knew nothing of the storm that was coming
from the North, threatening their way of life. However, Malachi knew only too
well because Master Bill had secretly taught him to read and write. Malachi was
such a good student that he and Master Bill would read newspaper articles and
have debates about current events, in private. They had become such good
friends that Malachi was allowed to call him Bill when they were alone. Bill
inherited the plantation when his father died of consumption two years earlier,
and had much more liberal views when it came to slavery, but dare not let this
become publicly known. If it came to a fight with the Yankees, his decision to
do so would be based solely on the State’s Rights issue and a firm resolve to
protect the people he considered family, and his land. However, this would also
give him the opportunity to let his slaves decide the course of their lives for
themselves, making one of two choices: stay and fight for their home, or leave
(with his blessings), to seek this illusive freedom that the Yankees were
promising.
Malachi was deep in thought when
he suddenly looked up and saw Bill walking up on the porch, with a look on his
face that made Malachi’s soul tremble. Bill opened his mouth to speak, but only
silent despair came out. Finally, clearing his throat and calling Malachi by
his nickname, he said, “Bubba, I must speak to you in private; I am afraid the
time has come for us to prepare to face our worst fears. Please go to the house
and wait for me in the study. I’ll be along shortly.” As Bubba walked toward
Bill’s house, he became overwhelmed with emotion; the kind of emotion that you
feel when you have a dream that someone you love very much has died, and the
pain that you feel from that loss is so great that your own sobbing awakens
you.