... worth more dead than alive, I should have written.
One branch of my family had slaves. I only found out about it when my grandmother died at 104, she had an obituary of a black lady in her scrapbook, who I had never heard a word about. When I asked my Dad, he said she was a nanny that helped raise my grandmother, and was a freed slave who stayed on at the farm. My grandmother held her in great esteem and loved her.
Damn, I guess that means I owe somebody reparations