Excerpt from, “The Surrogates” by Consuella Harris.
“I felt dead inside; it seemed that someone was always asking something of me which required me to give up a piece of myself. I hated Charles with every fiber of my soul for placing me in a position where I couldn’t refuse him this monumental invasion of my life. Over the last four years, since I had moved to Washington, D. C. I had begun to build a happy and successful life. I belonged to a local church and had friends I enjoyed. My children had become well-adjusted, happy and were doing exceptionally well in school, I knew this new life which I loved was due to Charles and all the help he had given my family and me, but paying the debt was almost killing me. There were so many lies we had to tell, I wasn’t sure I’d remember them all. At work, I had told everyone I had to take a year’s sabbatical due to poor health. To all my co-workers I was going home to Cleveland to recuperate and build my strength up. My friends and church associates were told the same lie; no one could be in direct contact with me, only through my mother. What was most infuriating for me was to read the papers before leaving Washington and see Charles’ wife had announced her pregnancy, however, due to her delicate health, she would be in seclusion until after the birth of the child. It galled me to think that in 1971, I was carrying a child for a White woman and a Black man. Something ironic and sinister surrounded the entire ordeal; it felt like enslavement. In spite of my feelings, I was not a whiner, so I would make the best of the situation and fulfill my part of the bargain knowing that with this payment, the debt was paid in full.”
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