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reasonsforhope · 8 months

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Non-paywall version here.

"When Arley Gill, head of Grenada’s National Reparations Committee, envisioned his work seeking repair for centuries of enslavement on the Caribbean island, one thing was certain: It was going to be a long slog.

But just two years since its founding, the task force is fielding calls from individuals around the world looking to make amends for ancestors who benefited from enslavement in Grenada.

“If you had told us this would be happening, we wouldn’t have believed you,” Mr. Gill says, crediting a burgeoning movement of descendants of enslavers getting wise to their family’s history and taking action.

In Grenada’s case, the momentum began with a public apology made by former BBC journalist Laura Trevelyan and her family in February at a ceremony on the island. They apologized for their forebears’ enslavement of people in Grenada and their enrichment from it, pledging an initial contribution of £100,000 ($130,000) toward education on the island.

“She opened the doors for people to feel comfortable” coming forward, says Mr. Gill.

In April [2023], Ms. Trevelyan and journalist Alex Renton co-founded an organization called Heirs of Slavery. Its eight British members have ancestors who benefited financially from slavery in various ways...

Heirs of Slavery says wealth and privilege trickle down through generations, and that there are possibly millions of Britons whose lives were touched by money generated from enslavement.

The group aims to amplify the voices of those already calling for reparations, like Caribbean governments. And it supports organizations working to tackle the modern-day consequences of slavery, both in the United Kingdom and abroad, from racism to health care inequities. But it’s also setting an example for others, drafting a road map of reparative justice for enslavement – at the individual level...

“Shining a light is always a good idea,” says Mr. Renton, who published a book in 2021 about his family’s ties to slavery, donating the proceeds to a handful of nongovernmental organizations in the Caribbean and England. “You don’t have to feel guilt about it; you can’t change the past,” he says, paraphrasing Sir Geoff Palmer, a Scottish Jamaican scholar. “But we should feel ashamed that up to this point we’ve done nothing about the consequences” of slavery.

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Most Africans trafficked to the Americas and Caribbean during the trans-Atlantic slave trade ended up in the West Indies. The wealth generated there through unpaid, brutal, forced labor funded much of Europe’s Industrial Revolution and bolstered churches, banks, and educational institutions. When slavery was abolished in British territories in 1833, the government took out a loan to compensate enslavers for their lost “property.” The government only finished paying off that debt in 2015.

The family of David Lascelles, the 8th Earl of Harewood, for example, received more than £26,000 from the British government after abolition in compensation for nearly 1,300 lives, while “the enslaved people were given nothing,” Mr. Lascelles says. He joined Heirs of Slavery upon its founding, eager to collaborate with peers doing work he’s been focused on for decades.

“People like us have, historically, kept quiet about what our ancestors did. We believe the time has come to face up to what happened, to acknowledge the ongoing repercussions of this human tragedy, and support the existing movements to discuss repair and reconciliation,” reads the group’s webpage.

For Ms. Trevelyan, that meant a very public apology – and resigning from journalism to dedicate herself to activism...

For Mr. Lascelles, a second cousin of King Charles, making repairs included in 2014 handing over digitized copies of slavery-related documents discovered in the basement of the Downton Abbey-esque Harewood House to the National Archives in Barbados, where much of his family’s wealth originated during enslavement.

“What can we do that is actually useful and wanted – not to solve our own conscience?” he says he asks himself...

“Listen and learn”

...The group is planning a conference this fall that will bring together families that benefited from the trans-Atlantic slave trade along with representatives from Caribbean governments and Black Europeans advocating for reparations. In the meantime, members are meeting with local advocacy groups to better understand what they want – and how Heirs of Slavery might assist.

At a recent meeting, “there was one man who said he wanted to hear what we had to say, but said he saw us as a distraction. And I understand that,” says Mr. Renton. “Maximum humility is necessary on our part. We are here to listen and learn, not try to take the lead and be the boss.”

Mr. Renton’s family has made donations to youth development and educational organizations, but he doesn’t see it as compensation. “I see this as work of repair. If I sold everything I own, I couldn’t begin to compensate for the lives my ancestors destroyed,” he says."

-via The Christian Science Monitor, August 1, 2023

Note: I know the source name probably inspires skepticism for a lot of people (fairly), but they're actually considered a very reliable and credible publication in both accuracy and lack of bias.

#slavery #reparations #antiblackness #racism #colonialism #united kingdom #uk #granada #caribbean #social justice #ancestry #black history #black lives matter #reparative justice #enslavement #abolition #systemic racism #good news #hope

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awesomecooperlove · 5 months

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#mass psychosis #predictive programming #mind control #mk ultra #control #enslavement #indoctrination #abuse of power #corruption #greed #crimes against humanity #speaktruth #fight for justice #standup #speak up #truth #please share #these people are evil #wwg1wga

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todaysdocument · 9 months

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Fifteen-year-old Lewis was sold for $430 on July 29, 1823. During the Civil War, Lewis would serve in the U.S. Army, for which his enslaver Sanders Townsend requested compensation from the U.S. Government.

Record Group 21: Records of District Courts of the United States

Series: Slave Compensation Records

File Unit: Slave Compensation File for Claimant Sanders Townsend

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Know all men by these present that I Urial Bailey of Howard County of State of Missouri for and in consideration of the sum of four hundred and thirty Dollars in cash, to me in hand paid by Saunders Townsen of Cooper County of State aforesaid, this Receipt whereof I do hereby acknowledge have bargained sold and delivered unto the said Saunders Townsen his heirs and assigns forever, one certain Negro boy named Lewis now supposed to be in the fifteenth year of his age. Which Negro boy I do hereby warrant to be healthy sound + sensible + clear of any known impediments + I do hereby oblige my self my heirs +c to warrant and defend the title of the said boy as a slave for life unto the sd Townsen his heirs +c against the lawful claim of all every other person or persons whatsoever

In witness whereof I do hereby to set my hand + seal this 29th day of July 1823

[signed] Urial Baily [circled] Seal

In presence of

[signed] Peyton Nowlin

John Hardeman

Bailey Hardeman

#Archivesgov #July 29 #1823 #1800s #enslavement #antebellum #African American history #Black history

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siremasterlawrence · 3 months

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Auction House

Part 1 -

Welcome to The Auction House my place of business just tell me what it is you seek and I will find it no problem but you need to pay the ultimate price.

I get up this morning walking in to get ready as I exit the main door and head to private elevator in my apartment and wait for the cart to arrive.

The door slides open as enter pressing the button for the basement, as the doors close descending down in to my private basement venture.

The elevator shaft cart stops right there so immediately as I place my hand on to the scanner and the palm scans away and the door swings open.

I walk on to the main floor using my per view

to check over the entire auction room and I flip on the switch as lights blast down the miles of aisles behind me.

I see miles of glass containers blasting side to side and wall to wall and I am in awe of all of my hard work but I have three that are quite in particular.

I am in amazement at the sight where my eyes landing my eyes onto one container featuring the one and only former Arrow actor.

Stephen Amell is laying almost half naked on a plush bed with the lights blowing white light throughout the whole to room and I can hear a deep breath.

His eyes slowly up rolling his eyes as he stir up they are sitting up trying figuring the out come of this situation and how he even got their.

“Hello Mr. Amell” the speaker in the box is on full blast loudly yelling toward him as he notices me and attempts to stand up and stumbles to me.

He stood up horrified as he trips on his way to the glass, placing one hand on the glass window, and he can’t help but stare at me even though his anger rages.

He rages his arms at me though I ignore him waving it off, he is left perplex yelling loudly once again but he does not even realize the small pipe shoot out.

“Your name is Stephen Amell, you arrived at my Auction House. Don’t ask any questions because you have already been scrubbed from this matrix.”

“You do not remember any of the fake world reality that use to live, you are processed by me.”

“Place these clothes on that beautiful naked body of yours.”

“What do I call you boss?”

“Master Lawrence! You Neanderthal “

“You treat me like shit and it’s hot “

Part 2 -

Robbie Amell broke awake after hearing the front door bursting to the side and reaches for a bat on the side and makes his way to the staircase.

He snuck down swing the bat line a maniac his expression is one of insanity with this hardcore frenzy look and my crew took a pic for me.

They sent to me by way of text leaving me so hard and I can’t wait to mess with him as he fails to smell the gas seeping pass him and he passes out.

“Who the fuck are you? Get out of my house your freak.” Robbie demands.

“How did you get in my house?” He asks.

“You are requested for an invitation to a new start.”

“I will have to decline “

“Unacceptable! You can come willingly or you can come the hard way.”

“Foolish! Give him a bear down.”

“With pleasure “

“Fuck this! You won’t get me”

“He wants to play games “

“Chase him “

“Woohoo! About time a bitch put out”

“I am no bitch”

Robbie awoke next rolling off the bed on to the floor he is conked on the head and he is fraught within him and he struggles rising up in to the air.

“Welcome to my Auction House! You are my permanent art piece .”

“How may I serve you ?”

Part 3 -

Colton Haynes is a fine piece of ass to see and behold when a camera flashes his face and he goes blank falling backwards on to the carpet.

Someone helps him up to his feet both of his arms land on their shoulder leading him in to the building and shoving his body in to the back of a truck.

They drive off the highway on to a backward country area side rode and they zoom past the city limits entering the garage area and snatch a shoot to the glass box.

“Hello Colton “

“Fine specimen indeed”

“Welcome to the Auction House”

“Sure boss”

“Do you comprehend?”

“You have reprogrammed me”

“Suppressed me”

“Erased Colton”

“He is a pussy “

“I am at your service”

“Shut up!”

“Get dressed “

“You are perfection”

“My Art collection “

“We are only getting started.”

The end

#stephen amell #robbie amell #colton haynes #auction house #house #reprogramming #hypnosis #mind control #hypno slave #glass box #male transformation #enslavement

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hummingbird-of-light · 28 days

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Round 2: Thirteenth story for @badthingshappenbingo ~

Title: To Serve A Master

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Character(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott & Female Andorian OC, Robert "Robbie" Scott/Leah McCoy (mentioned)

Rating: T

Words: 2,789

Prompt: Made a Slave

Warnings: Enslavement, Violence, Character Death(s)

(You can also find this story on AO3)

~ To Serve A Master ~

His heart was racing as Robert "Robbie" Scott let his eyes wander through the big hall. There were so many different species, some he knew and some he had never seen before. They were talking in various languages and Robbie really wasn't sure if he wanted to understand what they were saying.

His eyes widened in shock and he slowly backed away when he saw one of the prisoners getting pulled out of his cage. The pirates attached a leash onto the poor being's collar and it was pulled away by its new 'owner' who looked quite happy, ignoring the prisoner's squirming and screaming.

Robbie pushed his back against the wall behind him, trying his best to hide. He didn't want to be seen by any buyers and the metal walls in the back of the cage offered at least some place to hide.

The Scotsman still remembered how the shuttle he'd been on, had been attacked and kidnapped by space pirates. It had all gone so fast. There had been no way for the poor engineers to defend themselves.

And here he was. Locked up in a cage. Waiting to be sold.

His throat was sore and his stomach was aching. He hadn't had food or water in days. The pirates hadn't cared about their prisoners in the slightest bit.

"What about this one?"

It surprised Robbie quite a lot when he suddenly understood the words of a male voice.

"Oh, that poor thing. It looks so scared," a pitying female voice followed and Robbie slowly turned his head to look through the bars.

There was one of the pirates, accompanied by two other beings. Reddish fur covered their slim and tall bodies. They were dressed quite elegantly. Robbie looked at the face of the male being. Four red eyes were accompanied by a wide mouth with thin dark blue lips.

The creature looked quite disturbing to a human being like the Scotsman.

"It is a human. Clever and intelligent," the pirate explained, praising Robbie as if he was some kind of livestock. "It's good at working with machines."

The eyes of the male creature narrowed, inspecting Robbie even closer. Robbie noticed a device that had to be a universal translator on its jacket.

"So not exactly what we are looking for. Don't you have something else?"

The pirate was about to answer, but the female creature instantly grabbed one of the six arms of her male companion, burying her sharp claws in his fur.

"But, F'Li'Gr, just look at it! It's so lovely! And I'm quite sure that it can follow orders just like every other being."

She glanced at Robbie with a hopeful look in her eyes, then turned back to her companion.

"No, C'Ka'Gr, I do not wish for another oh-so-smart being in our household. You know that sooner or later it tries to outsmart us and then we have to kill it once again."

Robbie tried his best to keep his face from frowning. Those beings really didn't seem to be very smart if they talked that way in front of everyone. But they also talked about killing whoever tried to outsmart them, therefore it was still important to be careful.

"Oh, please, F'Li'Gr! It's so adorable! And I'm sure you'll find ways to make it behave."

The smile that pulled at the male being's lips at its partner's words sent a chill down Robbie's spine. He was pretty sure that he didn't want to know about those ways.

"Yes, I suppose you are right about that."

The alien eyed Robbie once more from head to toe, then turned to the pirate.

"How much?"

"600,000."

At hearing that price F'Li'Gr just laughed.

"150,000 maybe."

The pirate shook his head.

"No way. 500,000."

"250,000."

"350,000. Or we'll find another buyer."

"Come on, my love, 350,000 is a good offer," the female alien begged her husband with puppy eyes and that one sighed.

"Fine. 350,000. We have a deal."

The eyes of C'Ka'Gr brightened up as soon as she heard her partner's answer and she made a joyful squeaky sound.

"I'm sure that it will be perfect."

Her eyes seemed to bore into Robbie's soul and he pressed himself even tighter against the wall.

But it was no use.

As soon as the sales contract was signed and the money paid, the pirate stepped into the cell and attached a leash onto the collar around Robbie's neck.

"Have fun in your new home, human. Who knows, maybe you'll survive longer than your predecessors."

The Scotsman eyed his surroundings in disbelief. As soon as they had reached the huge mansion of F'Li'Gr and C'Ka'Gr, a servant had been ordered to bring Robbie to his room.

To say that the room was luxurious would have been an understatement. It was huge. The ceiling and walls were made of an incredibly elegant stone and every piece of furniture you could dream of was in every nook and cranny.

"This is your room, 350."

At hearing the number, Robbie turned around to the young alien woman standing behind him; she seemed to be Andorian. He furrowed his brows in confusion.

"What?"

Luckily a translation device had already been attached to his shirt so that the other one was able to understand him.

"350. Your new name. My name is 10. Every servant here is named after their price," the young lady explained, pointing at Robbie and then at herself. The owners of the house must have told her the price while he had been busy just staring at the entrance hall.

Robbie shook his head.

That was horrible! F'Li'Kr and his wife were robbing all their servants of their names?

"But... what's yer real name, lass?"

The servant's eyes widened in shock and she shook her head vigorously. She grabbed Robbie by his shirt and looked up at him in fear.

"We are not allowed to talk about our names! The master will punish us if we do."

Robbie only nodded slowly. He could tell just how scared the girl was of the people she was serving so he gently placed his hands on her shoulders to soothe her.

"Okay. I... we won't tell each other our names, 10."

It was hard to get the number across his lips, but he tried to think of it as a nickname.

"Please change into proper clothing and then head downstairs to meet the masters in the dining room. They will await you, 350."

With one last nod, 10 hurried out of the room and Robbie glanced at the wardrobe. He better listened to the young woman's advice if he didn't want to be punished.

The dining room was just as big as the rest of the mansion and Robbie carefully stepped inside. His eyes fell onto the long table. There were countless dishes.

"Ah, 350, there you are. I was starting to get impatient."

F'Li'Gr gave Robbie a stern look. The human swallowed hardly, then lowered his head. It'd be best to behave.

"I'm sorry. I... I couldn't find the dining room right away."

"Oh, don't worry, you'll get used to it. Come here; sit down with us."

C'Ka'Gr gave Robbie a smile as she nodded at one of the chairs. Slowly, the Scotsman obeyed the order and sat down.

"It is an old tradition that a newly bought servant of ours is allowed to dine with us on their first day here. We will ask several questions to see what work you will be able to do and to get to know you," F'Li'Gr explained and Robbie nodded.

He didn't know what to think of all of it, but when the master started to interrogate him, he answered every question truthfully. Robbie could only hope that sooner or later he would find a way out of this place.

He didn't know how much time passed him by. For days, weeks, maybe even months Robbie did everything he was told. F'Li'Gr had assigned him to be his personal servant, probably so that he could keep an eye on him. The human helped the male alien get dressed, took care of the fur and claws and did everything else asked of him.

And as long as the Scotsman followed every order given to him, life wasn't too bad. Every servant owned a huge room, recieved food and water and wonderful clothes. They were quite literally imprisoned in a golden cage.

Only one time Robbie had helped 10 with her tasks in the kitchen and had been too late to wake their master on time.

The punishment had been painful and bloody.

Even now Robbie could still see the scars the whip had left on his back and chest. Since no doctor had treated the injuries, those marks would quite probably stay forever.

The Scotsman sighed heavily as he buttoned his shirt. His eyes wandered out of the window. It was a beautiful day.

A day he would have spend with his girlfriend Leah or his son Chris if only he had been able to return to Earth.

The thought of his loved ones made his eyes tear up. He missed them with every fiber of his body. And he'd give everything to see them again.

A knock on the door caught Robbie's attention and he quickly headed over and opened it.

"Oh, good morning, Master."

It surprised him to see C'Ka'Gr. Of course, the female alien had shown a special interest in Robbie since the day they had met, but she hadn't really visited him all by herself.

"350, may I come in? There is something I would like to talk about with you."

Robbie blinked in confusion, but quickly took a step backwards to make room for the woman.

"A-aye. Of course."

Even though he tried his best, Robbie couldn't stop his hands from shaking as he closed the door behind C'Ka'Gr. What was going on?

"H-how can I help ye, Master?"

A smile pulled at the blue lips as C'Ka'Gr stopped pacing through the room and turned to look at her human servant.

"From the day we bought you, I knew you were the right one. All of your predecessors weren't smart enough, but you. You are different. I saw it right away."

She took a few steps forward and placed one of her hands on Robbie's cheek. The Scotsman flinched at the touch, but didn't dare to pull his head back.

"My husband likes you. You somehow managed to gain his trust. Impressive."

Robbie furrowed his brows in confusion. What was C'Ka'Gr getting at?

The smile on the alien woman's face widened.

"You see, there is a machine in our room, hidden behind the bookshelf. A machine that is able to destroy every being we want to be destroyed. Unfortunately, I have no idea how it works. You, however, are good with machines."

Robbie's mouth went dry and he swallowed hardly. Such a machine sounded horrifying! A machine to kill every being one didn't like...

"I... I don't understand..."

"Oh, 350," C'Ka'Gr chuckled, "you are so adorable."

Robbie's heart skipped a beat when the woman leaned closer to whisper the next words into his ear.

"Find out how the machine works. Explain it to me and I'll let you go."

The human's eyes widened in disbelief. She'd... let him go? He'd be free? He'd get to see Leah and Chris again? It sounded like a dream.

"B-but why would ye..."

A finger found its way to his lips to shut him up.

"Shhh, that doesn't need to concern you. Just be a good servant and do as you're told."

Without another word, C'Ka'Gr smiled mischievously and left the room, leaving behind a very confused Robbie.

"What's on your mind?"

Robbie blinked a few times as he heard 10's voice next to him. He sighed and looked over at her. From all the other servants, he liked the Andorian girl the most.

They were taking a walk in the gardens.

"10, if... if ye got the chance to leave this place and... and get back home, would ye take it?"

10 tilted her head in confusion, then chuckled.

"What? Of course! Anything to get back home. Back to my family."

Robbie nodded understandingly.

"But in order to get free, ye'd have to do something, that could endanger many people. Even then, would ye still do it?"

10 seemed to muse for a moment, but eventually nodded her head.

"There is nothing I want more than to get back home. It may sound egoistic, but... I want to be free."

Robbie nodded. He understood her all too well.

"But why would you ask that, 350?"

"Oh, uhm, just some thoughts to keep my mind distracted," he quickly said, despite knowing that the Andorian girl was seeing right through him anyway.

"Well... whatever you decide to do, I'm sure it'll be the right decision."

He could only hope for those words to be true.

He was alone in F'Li'Gr's room. He had found the machine right where C'Ka'Gr had said it would be.

His heart was beating as he inspected it, found out everything he needed to know about it. He was a technical genius. It was no big deal.

Still, Robbie couldn't help but think of what this machine could do. How many lives it could destroy.

Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to make it self-destruct.

Footsteps in the hallway coming closer caught Robbie's attention and he quickly pushed the shelf back in front of the machine.

When the door opened, Robbie was standing next to the bed where he had already placed the new clothes for his master. He gave him a polite nod.

"350. Is everything ready?"

"Aye, Master, of course."

For a second, F'Li'Gr glanced at the bookshelf and Robbie feared that he'd notice that it had been moved. However, the alien man didn't say anything.

"Help me get changed, then you can leave for dinner."

Robbie nodded.

"Of course, Master."

"So? What did you find out?"

It was already quite late when C'Ka'Gr entered Robbie's room and asked him the question she wanted answered the most.

He swallowed. Could he really tell her about how the machine worked? What would she do with that information?

"I... there is something I'd like to request."

The words left his mouth before Robbie could stop them and C'Ka'Gr gave him a curious look.

"Oh? What would that be?"

"If I find out and tell ye how the machine works, will... will ye let all of us go? Every servant working here?"

Once again, the female alien chuckled.

"That is a very high price, 350. But... I think I can grant you that wish. After all, I'll be the most powerful person on this planet once I know how that machine works."

Robbie's thoughts were racing. He could save everyone. He could be free. Just like 10 and all the others.

So he did the only thing he could. He told C'Ka'Gr everything he had found out and he could only hope that it was no mistake.

Everyone was gathered for breakfast. It was a very special day. F'Li'Gr's birthday.

The master had asked for all his servants to be present. Only one person was missing.

"Now where is my wife?"

Robbie's heart started to race as he thought about C'Ka'Gr. What was she doing? Why wasn't she there with them?

Fear spread inside his stomach and he felt cold sweat forming on his forehead. A dark premonition started to fill his mind.

"350?" 10 whispered next to him and he glanced at her. Confusion and worry were written over her face.

"I... I know where she is."

Robbie was just about to say something to F'Li'Gr, but it was already too late.

When their master started to scream and vanished into thin air, everyone could only watch in horror. Robbie's eyes were wide.

C'Ka'Gr... she had planned on killing her husband! And not only that.

One after one, all of the servants disappeared into thin air.

300 and 250, the siblings taking care of washing and cleaning the rooms.

20, 50 and 5, working in the kitchen, preparing food day by day.

And 10. The Andorian girl who just wanted to get back home. Robbie's one and only friend he had found. The lass he had wanted to save.

"No, no, no!"

Tears streamed down his face as he tried to pull 10 into a hug, but she was gone before he knew it.

And when his own body started to dissolve, he knew that he had made a mistake. A mistake he could never undo. A mistake he'd pay for.

#bad things happen bingo #prompt: made a slave #fandom: star trek aos #fanfiction #robbie scott #ocs #whump #enslavement #violence #character death

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