By Elizabeth Dowling Taylor
Paul Jennings used to be born into slavery at the plantation of James and Dolley Madison in Virginia, later turning into a part of the Madison family employees on the White condominium. as soon as ultimately emancipated by means of Senator Daniel Webster later in lifestyles, he may provide an elderly and impoverished Dolley Madison, his former proprietor, cash from his personal pocket, write the 1st White apartment memoir, and notice his sons struggle with the Union military within the Civil conflict. He died a unfastened guy in northwest Washington at seventy five. in accordance with correspondence, criminal files, and magazine entries not often visible ahead of, this impressive portrait of the days unearths the mores and attitudes towards slavery of the 19th century, and sheds new mild on well-known characters equivalent to James Madison, who believed the white and black populations couldn't coexist as equals; French basic Lafayette who used to be appalled by means of this concept; Dolley Madison, who ruthlessly bought Paul after her husband's demise; and lots of different in view that forgotten slaves, abolitionists, and civil correct activists.
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