She had never heard of Hermione Granger. She had never seen a chalkboard. She slept, ate, and walked amid goat, chicken, and human feces. The word “feminism” had never penetrated the deep river valley of her home. She possessed no light switch, no heating, no plumbing, no mattress, no phone, no internet, no books, no voting, and no rights. She did not own property—she was property. The brutal mountains and lack of education meant her slavery did not even need chains.