Today marks one hundred and fifty-two years since the Friday, 21 December execution by hanging of Celia. She was an enslaved 19 year-old, a Black American single mother whose crime in the state of Missouri was to have killed Robert NEWSOM, the man who'd raped her repeatedly from the age of 14. Based on Missouri court documents, Melton McLaurin records this remaining fragment of this girl's life and death in his book, Celia: A Slave. I am certain that in 1855 a major part of my own maternal family was in Missouri. Along with Celia, they, too, were enslaved. I feel kinship with this girl and I'll never forget her; I will never stop considering what her life continues to mean as an African with no Africa, a child with no childhood, a mother with no claim over her children, and no accountablility, let alone marriage or protection for herself, from their rapist white father. Father is so the wrong word to use for this role, this routine role of defiler and sexual aggressor so many men willingly played. No one knows where Celia was buried, nor what became of her two babies. She was a human in a world that purported to revere "women" [read white women], yet deprived of any right either as woman or "slave" to protect herself from harm. Worse yet, she subsisted in the midst of others, women and men supposedly her "betters", who collectively condoned her abuse.