They had no rights, no freedom, and no real hope.
Music played a functional role: work songs, spiritual songs, healing songs, fertility songs, etc.
They had one thing to depend on.
Although they were the minority, they understood the world around them.
They saw the social hierarchy and had to find a way to change it.
They were mistreated, the underdogs, the different ones, yet they made up over half the population.
They did all the work, they kept the world spinning, yet they were looked down on.
That my friend is the worse part of slavery.
