I’m country as a pinto bean sandwich. Yankees were people that lived in the north and talked different.
I used to have a lot of pride in my people. We are tough and proud. Able to endure heat that most people don’t understand. Stretch a penny and squeeze a dime, fix a truck with bailing wire, JB weld and a coke can. Kind to others, stop on the road and help someone broke down.
Collard greens, corn bread, catfish, and a mess of green beans. There’s bacon fat in the beans and they’ve been boiled down.
Black folks around, you say Ma’am and Sir to make sure they know you respect them. We’re all people.
I started reading, left home, and lived near a big city for 20 years.
I come from profound ignorance. There’s a good naturedness that seems to have left my people.