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Emily "His people had no standing. It is better to take these things in hand before they have a chance to go too far." "Sometimes while you wait for what you think is better," Philomene said, "what is good enough slips away".

Sometimes good came out of hurt, compensation came out of pain. He (Lord) gave with one hand, and He took with the other.

Maybe this was the lesson each generation had to learn, over and over again. Where the strength began, and how it kept itself alive.
Philomene's voice was low and soothing, almost crooning. "I am the rock in your garden, Emily, and you are the bloom in mine. Count on me.".

The women's way was more effective. They might be ignored, abused, or dominated, but in the end the women were more practical, keeping their eye on whatever prize was within their grasp.

This was the face of slavery. To have nothing, and still have something more to lose.