QUOTE : Let me ask you something. We’re fighting for freedom, right?” I picked my words carefully. “So why is that man allowed to own Baumfree and Bett?” “Well,” he said slowly, “we’re fighting for our freedom. Not theirs.” He crossed his arms, uncrossed them, put his hands on his belt and crossed his arms again. “Nobody in my family owns slaves, you know.” “That is not the point. Do you think only white people can be free?” “Of course not. There are plenty of free blacks, like you and those other fellows in Saratoga and Albany. We had a family two villages over from mine, they were all free black people.” “But the colonel’s slaves are not allowed to be free.” He frowned. “They can’t be free, Curzon. They’re slaves. Their master decides for them.” “What if they ran away?” “Then they’d be breaking the law.” “Bad laws deserve to be broken.” “Don’t talk like that!” He kicked a rock deep into the field. “You want to get in trouble? Laws have to be followed or else you go to the jail.” “What if a king made bad laws; laws so unnatural that a country broke them by declaring its freedom?