Howard reading aloud from the account of her ancestress, Theresa Howard, who had been a slave and schoolmistress back in that era. This semester’s c...urse, American History 1865-present, naturally included references to the waning days of slavery in the United States at the end of the Civil War, and so Theresa’s memoirs mattered considerably, especially as a rare literate freedwoman in those days.“Now, class, any thoughts about today’s lesson?” Ms. Howard asked us, only to have a very. Caitlyn, you've been very quiet do you have anything to add?" Chad, I was changed by Ms. Beth for messing around on my fianc?. I wasan orphan, thankfully or unluckily as it happened to be, I grew up to bea handsome man that I used to my advantage. I used women for everythingthey were worth and moved on. Being an orphan, I really had noconnection with anyone. The woman I was supposed to have married foundout about me, knew of Ms. Beth, and when I was changed dropped me off atsome hillbilly. This whip has never been used on me before. I watch as my Master raises his strong right arm. I close my eyes tightly and grit my teeth to prepare for what is coming. Crack! The strong leather comes down hard on my back. I feel the sharp sudden sting, and my mind is telling me to run away, but my body is trapped in place. Master strikes me over and over again on my back, my buttocks and the back of each leg. My body is aching. My eyes are filling with tears and I watch them pool on the floor. .. Betsy.”Charlie colored a little from embarrassment. She hadn’t thought to introduce everyone and forgotten Betsy’s request even in the short time between Betsy suggesting that she have a chance to talk to everyone at the start of the meeting. She didn’t realize that Betsy didn’t really know any of them. She folded the paper lengthwise, wrote her name on it, and placed it in front of herself.“Don’t you mean, Ms. Carter?” one of the women asked.“No. The only name on my card, is Betsy. I don’t.