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Now, About That Mulatto Teacher And Me. There Was No Love There For Each Other. There Was Not Even Respect. We Were Enemies If Anything. He Hated Me, And I Knew It, And He Knew I Knew It. I Didn't Like Him, But I Needed Him, Needed Him To Tell Me Something That None Of The Others Could Or Would.

In All My Stories And Novels, No One Ever Escapes Louisiana. Maybe That Is Because My Soul Never Left Louisiana, Although My Body Did Go To California.

Only When The Mind Is Free Has The Body A Chance To Be Free. Yes, They Must Believe, They Must Believe. Because I Know What It Means To Be A Slave. I Am A Slave.

...my Heart May Have Been In It But My Soul Was Not.

We All Have Much More In Common Than We Have Difference. I Would Say That About People All Over The World. They Don't Know How Much In Common That They Have