Black Boy:Life

A quarter of a century was to elapse between the time when he saw his father sitting with the strange woman and the time when he was to see him again, standing alone upon the red clay of a Mississippi plantation, a sharecropper, clad in ragged overalls, holding a muddy hoe in his gnarled , veined hands-a quarter of a century during which my mind and consciousness had become so greatly and violently altered then when …

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