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Read the passage below.
Slavery still impacts the United States today because false beliefs about slavery continue to exist. For example, there's the deleting of the many slave rebellions (fighting back)
that happened, continuing the lie that slaves were obedient and okay with being enslaved. There is also the idea that the misuse of black workers is over, even though millions of
black Americans are in prisons and often working for payments that amount to less than $1 an hour. Then there's
the idea that our understanding of slavery is accurate
based on
what we learned in history textbooks in school, when in reality, misinformation continues to be taught in our public schools about slavery's lasting impact on the United States.
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According to the passage, explain how slavery in early American history has a lasting impact on the United States today.
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Support your answer with an example from the reading passage.
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1st sentence: Restate the first question and answer it.
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2nd sentence: Explain one of the examples from the reading passage in your own words to support your first answer.
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