Dark History - 68: Horror, Heartbreak & Homicide- Happy New Year!!

Episode Date: January 4, 2023

Welcome to the Dark History podcast.  New Years. Honestly, not my favorite of the holidays. It’s cold. Sequin Dresses are super uncomfortable. Everyone’s Drunk. And a midnight kiss is overrated.�� So I wanted to prove that New Year's sucks because it has a dark and dirty past. And I was right. But once I read the story, I wasn’t very happy to be right. Because let me tell you, this one is messed up. In today’s story, we get into the very dark story of Heartbreak/Hiring Day.  Episode Advertisers Include: Ouai Haircare and Hello Fresh. Learn more during the podcast about special offers!

Hi friends, how are you today? I hope you're having a wonderful day so far. My name is Bailey Sarian, I almost forgot my name, and I'd like to welcome you to my study and to my podcast, our history. Now this is a chance to tell a story like it is and to share the history of stuff we would never think about, or at least we're not thinking about, or like we're told about, you know, that's the goal here, okay? So all I need you to do is just sit back, relax, and let's talk about that hot juicy history, goss.

So normally when I start a story, I like to tell you guys how I arrive to this topic. So, you know, look. Have you guys ever noticed around this time of the year? There's at the end of the year. There's always a ton of car commercials about leasing a new car for the new year. It's like new year, new car, brand new certified pre-empt,

gently used car, it smells like cigarettes for some reason. And it's just like year, new car, brand new certified pre-yum, gently used car that smells like cigarettes for some reason. And it's just like car, car, they're always shoving a car in your face, right? Least some new car. And sometimes it's good offers. No money down, no credit check, no income verification, no problem. And they always mention some kind of like 0% APR. I mean whatever that is. Does anyone know what that is?

Exactly. Crickets. I know. Anyways, I'm not in the market to even lease anything. But when I heard the word least, it immediately like released something in my brain that I had come across a couple of years ago, like released something in my brain that I had come across a couple of years ago when I was doing research for murder mystery makeup. I was looking into the Tulsa race massacre and I did a video over on my Monday upload about the Tulsa race massacre, if you're interested, but when I was researching for that story,

I read about how one of the women from it was, quote unquote, least in her past. And I was like, wait a minute, what? Like, people were least. People were least? I don't know. It sounded, I was confused. So then I went down this rabbit hole to research this more.

And like, I was shocked. For years and years, enslaved people across the country were least out by their white and slavers, and it all happened on one day called Heartbreak Day. Oh, and Heartbreak Day? It's a day that you and probably everyone you know celebrates every year. It's also called New Year's Day. Oh, yeah!

Let's get into this. Back in the 1800s, some Americans rang in the New Year, reflecting on the past and going to church. Which, okay, great. But other Americans were doing the same thing we do today on New Year's. I mean, they're partying their faces off. Many free Americans would spend the holiday getting dressed up, having parties, getting sloshed, maybe making out with strangers, the whole she ship, but there were some traditions that we didn't keep around that were big

during this time, in the 1800s. On the east coast, wealthy white people, usually single dudes, would go door to door around the neighborhood to the homes of any eligible, well-to-do single ladies, who they may fancy. They would go to their neighbors' houses and they'd be invited in for a little drink or two. It was kind of like trick-or-treating, but for adults. And honestly, I was like, what? This sounds way more fun.

Like, why are we doing this now? Inviting strangers or neighbors into our house and just having a party together. That sounds fun. But people would set up little saloons inside their homes, and whoever came knocking on the door, they invited in, and this was how they celebrated the new year. And this all usually happened during the day, because at this time in history, most places weren't lit up at night, you know, electricity wasn't really a thing yet. Yeah. Now if you had children,

your children were more than welcome to come to the party festivities, but the children weren't guests. This was the time for your child to shine, and they were put to work helping host the party. Many of them would be straight up bartenders. I mean, it didn't matter how old you were. If you were a guest at this party, you turned to a kid and be like, kid, hey, give me a dry mind, tinny on the rocks. And then they ask you like, shaking a stardom, Mr. and that kid went hard, okay?

But I get it because, this is a side note, but like it reminded me of my mom because my mom, she would throw a big holiday bunco party every year. And me, my sisters, who were children,

she would make us be bartenders. And we looked forward to it because, look, we learned at a young age, if you get people sossed up, they start tipping you. Ah, like real money. And I was like 12, and they were giving me like 20s and stuff, so I'm like, all right, you want another one, sir? Hey, mister, you ain't driving, you want 10 more?

I mean, it was wild. want another one, sir? Hey, mister, you ain't driving, you want 10 more? I mean, it was wild. I made money, okay? So yeah, this tradition in the 1800s reminds me of that Bunko party. The end. There's even an account of a typical well-off family who lived a pretty privileged life. They would all get on New Year's Eve.

The whole family would get dressed in their finest attire. They would be downstairs at 10 a.m. sharp because people would start showing up pretty early. 10 a.m. literally. And you know, the whole family would have to be ready for their guests and have the cocktails and the food all set up. Sometimes they would have delicious or dervs like cake and oysters. I know. Yum.

Sounds so good. Cake and oysters? Exactly what you want to eat before a long day of drinking, I'm sure. Anyways, this event was something to look forward to. It was a fun time and a great way to meet your neighbors and network, but the party didn't stop there. In Southern states, once the afternoon of New Year's Day rolled around, everyone would leave their houses and head on over to the town square. Now, the town square was literally where everyone would go and hang out. They would buy some stuff or it was just a place to socialize, but it was like the main hubbub. As you approached the town square with your family, you would link up with

neighbors and you all would like hear the music playing, people laughing, people drinking, food vendors are there selling snacks. It's like a whole new party, right? But, because there's always a but. The main difference with this celebration, wealth starters, there was a big ass wooden stage, rights, Mac, in the middle of the square, and everyone was like gathering around it. And my first thought was like, oh my God, they're gonna be square dancing, fun. But Nene, this was not square dancing.

This was not square dancing at all, oh my God. This was where an auction was about to take place. Yeah. In front of the stage, you have all the white, towns people boozed and ready to rumble. Meanwhile, behind the stage, there's this whole other experience happening. A ton of enslaved people were brought in to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Oh yeah, it was a day that the enslaved population of America was sold or leased out at auction. But this wasn't like any other day. Well, first off, in the early 1800s, there was a big shift in American farming. So farmers used to need tons of manual

labor to be able to harvest difficult crops like tobacco, but then those farmers shifted to growing wheat and corn, and these crops didn't need as much labor to harvest, so now farmers didn't need a ton of enslaved people to help. Suddenly these landowners and farmers are like, hey, I already own them. We're not just going to free them, like don't be silly. So, in slavers came up with a whole new concept. They're like, hey, what if I lease out my workers to other people who maybe need them more than I do? I can not only make a bunch of money, but if I have some debts, it can settle those right up.

Free and clear, baby. And doing this made enslaved labor more accessible to middle-class people. And again, this was a completely new concept. I mean, remember, it's the 1800s, so owning an enslaved person at this time was considered a status symbol and something like to aspire to. And the fact that the lower and middle-class people

could now afford it, they're thinking like, now I can make more money too. And this was happening all over the place. Thomas Jefferson, you know him, the author of the Declaration of Independence, allegedly. The guy who said, all men are created equal. Yeah. So he leased out people, he enslaved.

And one historian said schools and churches sometimes raised money by hiring out enslaved people. Yeah. So they're all like, the whites are happy. They're all high-fiving. Like, we did it. Well, we saved America. I don't know.

They're just stoked on this new concept of leasing. Now, to the townspeople who showed up, this day was called hiring day, and a day to look forward to, to get more workers. Yay. Finally, they could get some work done around here because Martha can't lift a fricking rock. But to the enslaved people who were behind the stage, about to be auctioned off, this wasn't hiring day.

They referred to it as heartbreak day, which feels like a more accurate name for it because the day was all kinds of tragic. I mean, it was a day where families were torn apart and children were ripped from the arms of their mothers and sold or at least to the high dark history. As an enslaved person, you would have to wait for the auctioneer to call you up onto the stage. Sometimes it could take hours, sometimes not long at all, but once it was your turn, you would come onto the stage in front of all these people. While the auctioneer announced to the audience any special skills you might have, usually these were things like woodworking or sewing, being a good cook, a blacksmith, gardening, doing repairs, working with livestock. Those who were

being auctioned off would have to be given a health inspection to make sure they didn't have any diseases or injuries that would consider them defective, quote unquote, to the buyer. For example, there was a man named Henry who was about to be auctioned off to a woman he did not want to work for. So he went to the nearby forest, found some poison oak, and rubbed it all over his body. Poison oak, when it comes in contact with your skin, it can just leave behind a horrible rash, which then turns into like this gross, pussy blister thing. I hear it's gross. I've never done it. I'm kind of afraid of that bush. But the logic here was that he would be less desirable and not be auctioned off. So the tactics to get out of this day were pretty limited. You either could run away and risk being caught and severely punished.

You can give yourself some kind of rash or injury or you can lie and try to upsell yourself so you get the best possible outcome. Whatever that means in the 1800s, you know. Then in front of everyone watching, this human being would be forced to remove their clothing and show the audience how many times they had been whipped. The less number of scars from the whip on their bodies meant that they were not punished a lot and were considered well-behaved. It was an indication of how they were as a person and a worker. I know, I know, this sounds gross because I'm talking about human beings here, but this is what happened.

Once their inspection and reputation was announced by the auctioneer, the bidding would begin. Behind the scenes, the enslaved people were talking amongst each other and sharing like, who was the cruelest owner or, you know, who would you want to hire you or who you should state clear of? And they would talk because it was a way to devise a plan. Now, a lot of families, for example, like a family of six, would get auctioned off and then sent in completely different directions. But sometimes the families would come up with a plan in hopes to knock it split up. So they would hype up their skills and kind of position themselves into a packaged deal.

Like, oh, my husband is great at farming. The kids can do the chores. I'm a rate seamstress, you know. With one family, you could have everything covered, but to the enslaved people it was a last ditch effort to keep the family together and not be separated. Most of the time this did not work. I mean you try everything you could to stick together and that's exactly what they were thinking to. Unfortunately this didn't always work because selling each family member off one

by one would bring in more profits to the seller. And what have we said here over and over and over again in Dark History? It's like money over everything and that's all people ever care about. The fucking and sick of this shit. An author named Harriet Jacobs, who actually was once enslaved herself, wrote a book sharing her own accounts of heartbreak day, saying, quote, on one of these sale days,

I saw a mother lead seven children to the auction block. She knew that some of them would be taken from her, but they took all. The children were sold to a slave trader, and their mother was bought by a man in her own town. Before night, her children were all far away. She begged the trader to tell her where he intended to take them, and this he refused to do.

How could he, when he knew he would sell them, one by one, wherever he could command the highest price? I met the mother in the street, and her wild, haggard face lives two day in my mind. She wrung her hands in anguish and exclaimed, gone, all gone. Why don't God kill me? I had no words wherewith to comfort her. Instances of this kind are of daily, yeah, of hourly occurrence." And quote, back at the auction, there were times when it was looking like a

person might get sold off to an owner who was just a full blown like psycho. The devil himself. And maybe he didn't want to go with this person. If an enslaved person was like, nope, I'm putting my foot down, I'm not going with them, no? Well, I mean, I'm sure you can imagine that it wasn't received very warmly. Now, we don't have numbers or hard numbers of how many did that, but we do know that the consequences for doing just that were beyond brutal. There are reports that some who resisted were whipped horribly. Many were beaten right up until the point of death, and if slave owners didn't use that tactic, they went a different route.

The enslaved person would be thrown into jail and left there to waste away until they finally decided to let them out. And if the enslaved person ran away and hopes to find freedom, there's only a very small percentage of people who actually even made it that far. So as enslaved people were brought to the stage for auction one by one, the townspeople would place their bids. Whoever had the highest bid won the right to lease that specific enslaved person for a period of time.

The typical period of time for this contract was usually one year. Now you might be thinking once a person does their year-long lease, they can come back and like, be with their family, I roll. But sometimes like the leasing just never ended. One year would lead to another year, and this often meant you'd probably never see your family again. enslaved people went from places like Kentucky to Mississippi and back again, and even though there was a chance that they could reunite with their families during the holidays, it often did not happen. There were no rules, just suggestions.

In-slaved workers frequently got horrific punishments and sometimes died under the abuse they suffered. And it wasn't like there were child labor laws, my god, for the children of enslaved people. No. It didn't matter how young they were. The belief was if you could walk, you could work, and people wanted their money's worth. And we know this because there are some accounts written by enslaved people who experienced multiple heartbreak days as young children, and our cousin number one, Neil Kitt. One of these accounts was written by a man named Israel Campbell,

Israel grew up in slavery. When he was just a baby, like so many other enslaved children, he was separated from his mother. When he was just a baby like so many other enslaved children, he was separated from his mother. When he was just nine years old, he recounts the traumatic experience he went through. After spending about four years away from his mother, Israel was brought to the auction block as a nine-year-old and was hired out to another man for ten whole dollars. That was for the whole year. That's about math. two cents a day.

So Israel did his time working for this man for the year, just waiting for the holidays to arrive in hopes to go back and like see his family. When Christmas did roll around, Israel asked to see his mother, but he was denied. The man who hired him said he had to have Christmas dinner with him instead. Yeah, thanks, but no, like it's kind of creepy or you think about it. Anyways, Israel ran away. This is a side note, but I found out that like

the time between Christmas and New Year's was treated to the enslaved people as sort of like this time off period vacation. I'm laughing because of how stupid this, you know, but during this time they'd get the best food they had all year and would be given alcohol. Now on its face, this sounds like a party, but this wasn't done out of like the kindness of these awful people's heart. The enslaveurs gave all this stuff out to quiet, like anyone from talking whispers from people who maybe wanted to revolt against them or simply run away. It was like a time off to make them shut up and be happy, you know? So back to Israel. Even though he was risking severe punishment,

he just wanted to see his mom. Who could blame him, right? So we don't know how far Israel had to go, but again, he's nine years old running through the South. It doesn't matter if it was one mile or 20 miles. Either way, it was a very huge risk to defy his enslaver and just up and leave in the middle of the night. Israel was one of the lucky few.

He actually made it to his mother's location and was able to spend the Christmas with her. In Israel's autobiography, he talks about how these few days with his mom was the longest amount of time they spent together since he was taken from her as a baby. And he's a really sad part. This would be the last time he was able to spend the holidays with her. But like clockwork, heartbreak day came back around. And once again, Israel's entire life was uprooted,

and he was auctioned and leased again, forced to be removed from his mother, and then he was sent off to a whole new town to start over. And this is how things went for Israel well into his adult years and how it went for thousands of enslaved people throughout the United States during this time. So back to the auction itself. Once the auction is over and everyone is now going to their new assigned locations. The women who are auctioned off would usually be enslaved as cooks for the household, due laundry, bee seamstresses, or even workers of wet nurse, new mothers who are enslaved would use their breast milk to feed their enslaved child. And for the men, they would most likely get

sent to do jobs that required very hard labor. Many of them were working as brick layers, iron workers, or even constructing the railroads. And children, they were utilized as well. They were put to work in the fields, or as house servants doing domestic chores. This was a 24-7365 job, quon-quon-job, no pay, no choice, no freedom. But that didn't stop people from still trying to escape to something, something better, anything really. But this was extremely difficult to do because there were often slave patrols out on duty all across the southern states. Now, slave patrols, their jobs were to literally scour the land in search of enslaved people who were trying to make a run for it.

They would capture them, discipline them, aka beat the crap out of them, or just like almost kill them, and then bring them back to whoever was their owner at the time. The slave patrol guys were just average who haws with guns, like using their power to put the fear of God into the runaways. But the slave patrols could only do so much. And owners were getting quite annoyed that their workers were disappearing with no trace. Oh, this is a little side note because I learned this the other day. Okay, so slave patrols was like the introduction to what we know as police officers,

but they come from that same foundation. Do you understand what I'm saying? Police officers base their whole thing off of the foundation of the slave patrols? Do you understand how maybe that's a problem? Anybody? Let me know. I think maybe we should fix that, huh?

Anyway, so back to the story. So owners were getting quite annoyed that their workers are disappearing. No trace, right? They can't find them. Their money is wasted. So law was passed to help these poor whites out. That's when something called the Fitive slave act became law. This law essentially required an enslaved person to be returned to their owners, even if they

made it to a state where slavery had been abolished. But here's the thing. This quote-unquote new law just reinforced the concept of hunting down the escaped enslaved people. Because even in the United States Constitution, it said fugitive slaves must be returned. So let's say you did escape, okay? You made your, yeah, you know, you escaped somewhere safe. You were still constantly having to look over your shoulder because someone could come barging in and arrest you and take you back where you were most likely going to be punished for escaping in the first place. There would

be times when an enslaved person would be caught and instead of going back with the slave patrol, going back to their enslavers, their only option at that time they felt was to just kill themselves. So if you're damned no matter what you do, you might as well just roll the dice and see if you can run away from all of this. That's what a lot of people seem to be thinking, right? Well, someone back in the day had this exact thought. Meet Shadrach Minkins. From the time he was born in Norfolk, Virginia, he only knew a life of enslavement.

At the age of 36, Shadrach had enough. I mean, he got word about there was a ship pulling in and it was going out to Boston. Yes, I too was thinking, dropkick Murphy's. And he knew if he could get on that ship, it was his chance at freedom. And he figured out a way to do that. He did just that. He was able to get onto the ship and get to Boston, where he was able to find a new job working as a waiter. Now things were going pretty okay for a while. And then everything changed. One day at work, a couple of guys came in, they took a seat, no big deal,

customers, you know? But then out of nowhere, they just tackled Shadrack to the ground. Well, surprise, surprise, it turns out these weren't just a couple of customers. These were undercover US marshals who had been watching Shadrack and waiting for the perfect time to enforce that fugitive slave act, which they did and place him under arrest. But that's not the end of his story. Shadrach arrested and he's sitting now in the courthouse waiting for his trial. He knew he wasn't going to get off easy for his crime, quote, unquote, crime. He needed a freaking miracle. And then all of a sudden, boof, a large group of black citizens stormed

the courthouse. Now it only takes a matter of seconds for the group to completely overpower the guards. Then they kicked down the door to Shadrack's cell and they get him out. It's like incredible. So over the next few weeks, they hid Shadrack in a house off of the beaten path. Once the coast was clear, they smuggled Shadrack from town to town, and they got him over the border and into Canada, where they knew he'd be free and out of harm's way. Now, eventually, Shadrack was able to settle down in Montreal, where he found steady work, and he stopped having a live in fear and paranoia and was able to go on and have a family of his own. Which is a whole new life for him.

But most people didn't get to have a happy ending like this. It gets to a point where the simmer becomes a boil and the country is getting tense as... HOO! The Civil War broke out and violence was everywhere. And because half the country was fighting to keep slavery in place, it felt like there was never going to be any real change. That is until 1862. In September 1862, President Lincoln made an announcement that the emancipation proclamation was coming. It was more of like a save the date because that announcement said the

official emancipation proclamation would go into effect three months later on January 1, 1863, which, as we all have just learned, is the same day as heartbreak day. And after centuries of slavery, enslaved people are not really trusting this whole save-the-date announcement. I mean, why should they trust the man in charge? Why? You know?

So, for three whole months enslaved people all over the country were just in a state of uncertainty. Anxiety was high. Nobody really knew what or how this was all gonna play out, was it even gonna happen? So, that upcoming New Year's Eve was shaping up to be different from any other that enslaved people had experienced. There was hope that Lincoln would make good on this emancipation promise and end heartbreak day. It wasn't for sure. So the night before it was set to go into effect enslaved people all over America were watching and waiting to see what would happen next. This evening was called Watch Night. Groups of black Americans and enslaved people spent New Year's Eve in churches praying together because to be fair, they had their doubts.

They had no real reason to believe in a system that didn't even treat them like humans. So when Lincoln promised them a happy ending, they were kind of like, okay, you know, I heard this before, but when January 1st rolled around, Lincoln actually followed through with what he promised. And on New Year's Day 1863, the emancipation proclamation went into effect. The announcement was better sweet for many, because it said that, quote, all persons held as slaves, and quote, within the rebellious states, quote, are and hence forward shall be free."

And quote, so yes, overnight about three and a half million enslaved people in the South were now legally free, but it did not address the half half million enslaved people in the south were now legally free, but it did not address the half a million enslaved people in the border states between the north and the south. So for hundreds of thousands of enslaved people, heartbreak slash hiring day went on for a couple more years, and still kept going for them. Official hiring practices did not stop until the end of the Civil War in 1865. To this very day, some of America's Black communities celebrate Watch Night services. On December 31st, around 7 pm, people gather together to pray, sing, dance, and as the clock counts down to midnight,

so do the people in the church. When the clock strikes 12, the minister yells out, it's now midnight, freedom has come. So the reason I wanted to tell this story is, because honestly, I personally, I never heard this before. I never, like this is a huge part of American history that affected a large portion of our population in this nation. Many of us know nothing about it.

In school, I can only speak for my experience, of course, but in school, we learned about slavery. But there was still so much that was not taught. And to be honest, allowing the time our history books are like, yay! And then they were free the end. But the reality was much different. Just because the emancipation proclamation was passed, it's not like these big old golden gates opened up and we're like, welcome to your new life. You know? No.

I mean, people still had a lot of uncertainty about what was going to happen next. I mean, is it a trap? We're, you know, like, could the law change? Like, step one, hopefully even locate your family. Like, how does one even do that? Also, where were many other people going to go? I mean, some felt it was almost better off to stay just where they were because even though the South after the Civil War was chaotic and dangerous as hell, these places where the enslaved were forced to live and work, were just as much as their homes as their enslavers.

But also groups like the KKK showed up and did not make traveling freely through the South very easy for the formerly enslaved. So many stayed in places that they knew and just as many stayed because they had really no other choices. So when I'm getting at it, I was passing one law in any race,

the hundreds of years of trauma, abuse, murder, and torture that millions of people experienced. And it's even more sad to think when a lot of people were counting down the seconds to hit new years. There was another side of America who was literally counting down to their freedom. So if you're like me, you're probably like, what the... Boop, like what? Maybe I'm the only person in this planet who did not know this story, but look,

it's the truth. And I don't know, I don't understand why America can't just own their shit and be honest. Like what's, people can't move forward unless you acknowledge the hurt and pain that's happened in the past, you know? I don't know. I don't know what I'm talking about.

Anyways, history isn't something to run from, you know, just tell the truth. It's really that simple. And a good place to find that truth is learning from the firsthand accounts I mentioned in this episode. Israel Campbell wrote an autobiography called Bond and Free or Gearnings for Freedom. And the book from Harriet Jacobs is called The Slaves New Year's Day, incidents in the life of a slave girl. You can read both of them right now and hear their stories. I'll put some links down in the show notes down below, but I would love to hear what you guys think. Thank you for learning with me today. Remember, don't be afraid to ask questions to get the whole

story because we deserve that, don't we? I'd love to hear your guys' reactions to today's story so make sure to use the hashtag darkhistory on social media so I can see what you're saying. Join me over on my YouTube where you can watch these episodes on Thursday after the podcast airs and while you're there also catch my my murder, mystery, and makeup. I hope you have a good day today. You make good choices. And I'll be talking to you next week. Bye.

Darn Kisery is an audio boom original. This podcast is executive produced by Bailey Sarian, Junior McNeely from Three Arts, Kevin Grush, and Claire Turner from Maiden Network. Writers, Katie Burrers, Alison Filoboz, Joie Skluzo, and me, Bailey Sarian. Shot and edited by Tafadzwa, Nimmerundway, and Hannah Bacher. Research provided by Exander Elmore

and the Dark History Researcher team. A special thank you to our experts, Kelly Holloway and Joshua Rothman. And I'm your host, Bailey Sarian. Goodbye darling, goodbye. John's going down. Burped down. So guess what, it's January. Welcome. We made it. Do do do do do do. Yeah, great, Leiden. My name is Bailey Sarian and I'd like to welcome you to my podcast.

Dark history. Pay attention to me. You're not paying attention to me. I need you to focus. Today is real good. Real hot, real juicy, also morbid, but it depends on how you look at it. I had to turn to Google because I got to know

what the hell is out about. Let me tell you, I was not ready for the information I uncovered. Ooh, it's juicy. They popped off. They're like torture fun. Up at a notch. And the stuff going on behind the scenes. Uh, once again, did not disappoint. The subjects of our stories are designing. Nightmares, I guess. Yeah, everything was great, right? No, this is dark history. It's about winning and showing the man what's up. You're kind of putting that stretch position, kind of hot,

but then it takes a dark twist, but would you say no to that Joan? Oh my God, Joan. I already can imagine what the comment section is going to be like, don't take it personally. It was a real thing. Look, history's fucked up. I weren't owning it.

You know, I didn't know that. I was like, damn. Okay, and the more I read, the more I was just shocked that I didn't know her name. Work to live, not live to work. Isn't that what life is, bitch? You can't force shit. I'm talking about that shit head, toad-looking, Harvey Weinstein. I'm angry. Demand more, bitch.

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