I am Booker T. Washington's mother. I had Booker in the year of 1856. I gave birth to him in Hale's Ford Virginia. For the first 9 years of his life he was a slave on a tobacco plantation. It was so sad and depressing for me to watch him listen outside of the schoolhouse as white children received the education he was denied. Although, we finally gained freedom in 1865 and moved to West Virginia.
One day, Booker overheard two coal miners talking about a school for colored people. He said he listened for the description desperate to know of a place where he can gain education. They described the school so good, my son said it seemed to be the greatest place on earth and he gained ambition to go. In the fall of 1822, he was so determined to
One day, Booker overheard two coal miners talking about a school for colored people. He said he listened for the description desperate to know of a place where he can gain education. They described the school so good, my son said it seemed to be the greatest place on earth and he gained ambition to go. In the fall of 1822, he was so determined to