In America, I was free only in battle. Never free to rest.
They needed us to pick the cotton. And now they don't need us anymore. Now they don't need us, they're going to kill us all off. There are days when you wonder what your role is in this country and what your future is in it. I can't be a pessimist because I'm alive.
I was in some way in those years without entirely realizing it, the great black hope of the great white father. I was not a racist...or so I thought.