Equal in death if not in life...

A few years back I was in Kentucky at a bed and breakfast near Bowling Green and out back was a 'family plot' of sorts. Two distinct burial grounds seperate but equal. Slaves on one side and their master's on the other. The contrast was saddening, I cried openly and thought about those times. I also remembered in elementary school around President's Day when we learned about Lincoln, the Civil War and slavery. I looked at my black classmates and wondered how we could have done that to them, to their ancestors, so recently, just a couple generations ago... I realized that in death they were finally equal.