As I read The History of Mary Prince, A West Indian Slave (pages 1-19) my mind drifted from anxious of knowing whats next, to disgusted to find out more. The History of Mary Prince is told in first person from the west Indian slave Mary herself. She goes over her long length of being owned by the white man sharing with us her many discomforts. To be honest everything in this text made me uncomfortable. I felt so sadden and overwhelmed that slavery ever existed as I have always, however reading this text just made it much more vivid. According to the text found on page 4, Mary states, “The stones and the timber were the best things in it, they were not so hard as the hearts of the owners”. This is a heartbreaking statement from Mary after she was approaching the home of her new slave owners. Mary approached this home not knowing on whether or not she’ll see her mother again in her future. I know for me I couldn’t go a day without seeing my mother, but my pain is nothing compared to the lost of humanity Mary and every ‘slave’ has ever felt. Mary has been stripped of her pride, stripped of her title, and stripped of her identity. The fact that Mary did indeed come from a women as did everyone in the world, to go through her pain alone without her mother being able to help breaks me the most. A