“And she was the first. It was 1761 – so far back before the revolution that produced these United States, so far back before the concept of freedom disturbed the insolent crimes of this continent – in 1761, when seven year old Phillis stood, as she must, when she stood nearly naked, as small as a seven year old, by herself, standing on land at last, at last after the long, annihilating horrors of the Middle Passage. Phillis, standing on the auctioneer’s rude platform: Phillis For Sale.
Was it a nice day?
Does it matter?
Should she muse on the sky or remember the sea? Until then Phillis had been somebody’s child. Now she was about to become somebody’s slave.”
– Christina Sharpe, In the Wake: On Blackness and Being