Searching for Mira: The enduring legacy of slavery and brutality in the South 

I WAS BORN and raised in North Carolina, but I didn’t hear about Mira until my third year of law school.

I was first introduced to Mira in a class called “Property and Slavery in the Old South,” which had a ratio of Black students to non-Black students that was the closest to even of any law school class I took at UNC-Chapel Hill. It’s a Southern university that once held enslaved people in trust, one where students pass a segregated campus cemetery every day en route to the School of Law; the allure of such a class is perhaps not surprising.