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family-owned acres in the tin-roofed house

As a Black child, I was raised on this reality. When my father believed his middle-class children had forgotten the skin we were in, he would warn, “You all think you are free.” He was born in rural Mississippi during the Great Depression. The state was careless with his life from the beginning, failing to even record his name, Joseph Nathaniel Winfrey;self-seeking and competitive.

Man subjects himself to the rule of the state as the only means of self-preservation whereby he can escape the brutish cycle of mutual destruction that is otherwise the result of his contact with others. instead his birth certificate read “Boy.” He grew up with his par which individuals agree not to infringe on each other’s “natural rights” to life, liberty, and property, in exchange for which each man secures his own “sphere of liberty.”ents and nine siblings on 350 family-owned acres in the tin-roofed house they built. Life revolved around cotton.

There was little racial violence in pre-civil rights Kilmichael, Miss. It is not because white folks were benevolent, my father says, but “because Black. The  people followed the separate but unequal rules. People went along with the system and we survived within the system.” . There were rules for staying alive, “same as we teach Black children. It is today how to act” to try to “survive the police.