This autobiography of a Black man from before the abolition of slavery in the USA is as harrowing as it is essential reading. It has been waiting on my e-reader for a long time because I'm not the best with classics and it 
sounded like a hard read. Well, it is. Of course it is. Solomon Northup spares us none of the hardships and cruelty he suffered at the hands of white people. It’s also a story of résilience and defiant hope, in a way. I wasn’t expecting it to feel so much like the author was standing in front of me and telling his story. I don’t know how much the text was edited for clarity / grammar / spelling, but it was an easier read, language-wise, than I'd expected.
And now I'm off to read something about Black joy for balance. Black History Month is a year-long endeavour, and it should be as much about the past and the fight for Black dignity as it should be about Black power & light.