“Calling in the Slaves”
After all these years I still have a vivid picture within myself, of 1963 slavery. I was driving through the middle of a prominent state. Most of that area is flat land as far as you could see. I looked to my right and could see a group of people, horses and wagons all in single file. They were young, middle aged, white haired old folks, women and children. They were bringing in the cotton after a hard day’s work. This may sound like a story back in the eighteen hundreds, but it wasn’t. We were visiting some relatives there. As we drove down through the old town area there were many black people sitting out front of the company store. They worked all day for the farm owner and shopped in the farm owner’s store in the evening. I know they were not called slaves in that day, but it sure had the characteristics of it. I wondered what it would be like to be a slave. I would soon find out. Continue reading ““Calling in the Slaves””