Your village has been burned to ground. Your father and elders have been slaughtered before your eyes. Your mother has been beaten and raped for trying to protect you. I remember seeing just recently, a photograph of a pitifully thin boy with no fingers at all on one hand. His owner chopped each little finger off one by one because the boy hadn't able to round up a small herd of goats who had escaped from the owner's pen one night.
Sexual abuse is the common lot for female slaves.
One particularly terrible story to come out of the Sudan involves a young girl with an odd, scuttling gait. An American reporter who saw her in a camp set up to shelter redeemed slaves asked if the way she walked was caused by a birth defect. He was told no, her hips had actually been dislocated because she'd been savagely and repeatedly raped by her former master. Stories like these rend the heart. There's no way Reverend Sharpton could come away from this poor, disease ridden and miserable land without being deeply touched.