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What does picking cotton as a sharecropper, working as The Help, getting spat on by the police and being called the N word instead of your real name all have in common? These are the things my mother experienced while growing up in Greenwood, Mississippi during the 1940s. All of these events gave her an up close and scary view of racism in South.
However, learn how one life altering encounter would forever change how she viewed those whom she considered responsible for her suffering.
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