Playing in the dirt made my white hands brown.
My mother hated dirt.
The mud made me happier than anything.
I was six years old.
That should've been the sign, right then, that I'd be the abolitionist.
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Playing in the dirt made my white hands brown.
My mother hated dirt.
The mud made me happier than anything.
I was six years old.
That should've been the sign, right then, that I'd be the abolitionist.
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