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In August 1852, I left Stephenson’s property south of Raleigh, NC. I had done this before. Last time I called myself Joe Jordan. Stephenson bought me at an estate sale when I was 12. I was 24 now, and I had a better plan. My name was PHELAN. #NC #blackhistory #slavery
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In August 1852, I walked away from Northern Virginia toward Washington, DC. Hall knew my roots reached back to St. Mary’s Co., MD, and offered $50 if I crossed the District. I knew the regional networks well and blended in. My name was JENNY. #VA #DC #blackhistory #slavery
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In May 1852, I walked away from Wake County, NC. I kept my plans completely quiet, leaving Spain with no guess where I went and no description beyond a scar on my cheek. Three months later, he finally realized I was gone. My name was TOM. #NC #blackhistory #slavery
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In August 1852, I left W. L. Hall's place in Fayetteville, NC. At 20, I drove carriages and knew the roads well. Hall thought I might head for Wilmington or travel to Hillsborough to reach my mother. Family is worth every risk. My name was NED. #NC #blackhistory #slavery
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In July 1852, I left Gates County, NC. I wrote our free papers, while Ben and I maneuvered through Perquimans and Pasquotank counties toward the Great Dismal Swamp. I relied on every skill I had to secure our liberty. My name was CHARLES POWELL. #NC #blackhistory #slavery
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In August 1852, I walked away from Anne Arundel County, MD. At 21, they called me pleasant in my manners. I was polite, but I was not obedient. Tydings posted a huge $200 reward for my capture outside the state. My name was WESLEY WATTS. #MD #blackhistory #slavery
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In Aug 1852, I took a small gray mare on the San Antonio River to get away from Sam Hannay in Lavaca County. The sheriff locked me up, but I had already taken my stand. My name was MARK. #blackhistory #slavery #TX
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In Aug 1852, I walked away from the Deal’s Island Camp Meeting in Somerset County, MD. Dressed in my fine black coat, I used the noise and crowd to slip away unnoticed. Fleming put $150 on my head, but I was gone. My name was DANIEL. #MD #slavery #blackhistory
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In July 1852, Evans and I escaped Powell's turpentine shanties in Cumberland County, NC. Powell knew where to look, near Little River in Wake County, where both our wives lived. We risked everything to reunite with them. My name was WASHINGTON. #slavery #blackhistory
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In June 1852, I left Jernegan's place in Wayne Co., NC. At over six feet tall with light skin, I couldn't easily hide. But I refused to stay captive. They wanted me in Wayne County jail, but I kept moving. My name was LINN. #slavery #NC #blackhistory
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Their names were PETER, CASSA, ELBERT, ISAAC, LEONARD, HENRY, ALBERT, LEONARD, BENJAMIN, CHARLOTTE ANN, HENNA, AMANDA, MILLY, CATHARINE, On the night of August 7, 1852, fourteen people walked away from Hagerstown, MD together. A family. All of them. #slavery #MD #blackhistory
On the night of August 7, 1852, I led my family away from the Pendleton property in Hagerstown, MD. Fourteen people. Four generations. Two infants. Pennsylvania was just miles north. We were already gone. My name was PETER. #slavery #MD #blackhistory
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In August 1852, I left Harkins' property in the Choctaw Nation, 25 miles northeast of Clarksville, TX. Harkins was the father of the Choctaw Nation Chief. I was enslaved in sovereign territory where no law clearly protected me. I left anyway. My name was GEORGE. #slavery #TX
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On the night of August 7, 1852, I led my family away from the Pendleton property in Hagerstown, MD. Fourteen people. Four generations. Two infants. Pennsylvania was just miles north. We were already gone. My name was PETER. #slavery #MD #blackhistory
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In August 1852, I fled a plantation in Prince George's Co., Maryland. They called my expression "grim", but I call it determination. I walked towards freedom while three men placed bounties on my head. My name was HENRY BOWSER. #slavery #MD #blackhistory
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In July 1852, Jerry and I left our forced railroad work in Fort Mill, SC. They dragged us south, but we walked back north to Caldwell Co., NC, where our wives remained. Our hearts belong at home. Our names were TARLETON and JERRY. #NC #blackhistory
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In August 1852, I was locked in a Bladen Co., NC jail. I am 6 feet tall with a scar on my left thumb. I speak loud and fast with a stammer. I told the jailor I belonged to Dr. Miller in Wilmington to buy time while they checked my claim. My name is BOB. #NC #blackhistory
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On a Saturday night in August 1852, I fled Dr. Sands' property near Millersville, Anne Arundel County, MD. My parents were near Baltimore. I had been separated from both of them long enough. I am going back home. My name was MARGARET ROGERS. #slavery #MD #blackhistory
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In August 1852, I left Bleakley's house at South and Water Streets in Baltimore, MD. I packed my clothes and planned my way. Bleakley called me prepossessing. I called myself free. My name was MARGARET ANN MAXFIELD. #slavery #MD #blackhistory
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In August 1852, I walked away from Kent's house in Baltimore, MD. I was 12 years old. A court had bound me to him before I was old enough to understand what that meant. I had enough sense to leave. My name was RICHARD REED. #slavery #MD #BlackHistory
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In Aug 1852, I fled Granberry’s land east of Marshall, Harrison Co., TX. A hernia made every step painful, yet I kept moving. Granberry wasn't sure if I escaped alone or had help. Either way, I was gone. My name was ELIAS. #1852 #TX #BlackHistory
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