“I know.”
“So, I’ve had to think creatively—very creatively—about solutions that… that push the boundaries of convention.”
Something in his tone made me uneasy. “What do you mean?”
He stopped pacing, looked directly at me. “I’m giving you to Delilah.”
I stared at him, certain I’d misheard. “I’m sorry. What?”
“Delilah the field hand. I’m giving her to you as your companion. Your wife in practical terms.”
The words made no sense. “Father, you cannot possibly be suggesting—”
“I’m not suggesting. I’m telling you what’s going to happen.” His voice was hard now. The voice he used in court when pronouncing sentence. “No white woman will marry you. That’s established fact. But the Callahan line needs to continue. The plantation needs heirs, even if those heirs are unconventional.”
The full horror of what he was proposing hit me. “You want me to… with a slave woman? Father, that’s—even if I could, which the doctors say I can’t, that’s not how inheritance works. A child from a slave woman wouldn’t be your heir. They’d be property.”
“Unless I free them. Unless I legally adopt them, unless I structure my will very carefully, which as a judge and lawyer, I’m uniquely qualified to do.”
“This is insane.”
“This is necessary.” He sat down again, leaning forward. “Thomas, listen to me. I’ve thought this through from every angle. You can’t produce children. The doctors were unanimous about that. But children can be produced on your behalf. Delilah is strong, healthy, intelligent. I’ll arrange for her to be bred with a suitable male from another plantation. Strong stock, proven fertility, good physical specimens. The children she bears will legally be mine through documentation I’ll create. When I die, I’ll will them to you along with papers freeing them and establishing them as your adopted heirs. They’ll inherit everything.”
“You’re talking about breeding human beings like livestock.”
“I’m talking about ensuring the continuation of this family and this plantation. Is it unconventional? Yes. Is it legally complex? Absolutely. But it’s possible and it solves our problem.”
“It’s not my problem.” I stood up, my hands trembling more than usual. “Father, what you’re describing is evil. You want to use a woman’s body without her consent to produce children who will be manipulated through legal fictions into becoming heirs. You’re treating people like breeding stock, like animals.”
“They are animals in the eyes of the law.” His voice rose to match mine. “Thomas, I understand you’ve been reading those abolitionist books. Yes, I know about them. I’m not blind. You filled your head with sentimental nonsense about the humanity of slaves, but the legal reality is that they are property. I own Delilah the same way I own this house or that chair. And I’m choosing to use her in a way that solves a problem.”
“And what does Delilah think about this?”
“She’ll do what she’s told. She’s property, Thomas. Her opinion is irrelevant.”
Something in me snapped. I’d spent my entire life deferring to my father’s authority, accepting his decisions, trying to make up for being a disappointing son, but this was too much.
“No.”
The word came out quietly but firmly. My father blinked. “What did you say?”
“I said, ‘No.’ I won’t be part of this. If you want to implement this obscene breeding scheme, you’ll do it without my participation or cooperation.”
“You ungrateful—” He stood up, his face reddening. “Do you have any idea what I’ve sacrificed for you? The opportunities I’ve lost because I had to focus on finding solutions for my defective son. The social embarrassment of having an heir who can’t perform the one basic function required of him.”
“I didn’t ask to be born this way, and I didn’t ask for a son who’d end the family line.” He threw his glass, which shattered against the fireplace. “I’m trying to find a solution, and you’re throwing it back in my face out of some misguided moral superiority you learned from abolitionist propaganda.”
“It’s not propaganda to say that people shouldn’t be bred like animals. Father, if you can’t see the evil in what you’re proposing—”



