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Tracy-Ann Oberman

ByTracy-Ann Oberman, Tracy-Ann Oberman

Opinion

Our colour blind slave traders

January 6, 2011 11:03
2 min read

I was recently invited to hear the writer Andrea Levy give a small informal talk about her Booker Prize nominated The Long Song, which follows the life of July, a slave girl on a sugar plantation in Jamaica during the uncertain last years of slavery and the process of freedom that had to be negotiated after abolition.

As her inspiration, Ms Levy very movingly described a conference she attended when a young girl stood up and admitted she felt shame at coming from a lineage of slaves and how could she reclaim some pride in her humble ancestry.

The Long Song is an answer to this girl and it is exquisitely told and brilliantly researched and, for a reader like myself, steeped in every facet of the Holocaust but knowing nothing about slavery, it captured my indignation, horror and also admiration at the endurance.

I started the book on a plane journey to Antigua and it certainly acted as a juxtaposition to the backdrop of tourist paradise upon arrival. White sand, blue seas and lashings of rum punch. I couldn't put down this tale of hateful British plantation owners, defiant slaves, petty hierarchies and survival in the face of dehumanisation. How could such atrocities be allowed to go on for so many hundreds of years, I kept asking myself. And is there a Jew in this story anywhere?