I was born in a small house that had been built by my uncles on a rocky and barren piece of land that my grandmother acquired by saving the meager wages that she earned cleaning White folks’ houses in North Carolina. Since the land was not fertile, we could not grow upon it anything to eat. In addition, because the land was not yet connected to the city, there was no running water, no electricity, and no inside toilet. We went to the bathroom in an outhouse located down the road.....
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