the truth as I know it
reminds me of my beloved harriet tubman biography, which told of how she would sleep with her eyes open while caring for the baby of her masters, letting the baby cry and cry until the moment they came home, and would then start rocking it. that horrified me as a child.
I currently live on the Upper East Side in New York and I am sad to say that this hasn't changed.
I welcome any comment, so happy to hear from you.