Good, Right & Help

Cotton field by five, tobacco field by ten, growing up in the woods and field of Sumter County, South Carolina, in the fifties and sixties, for a little black boy in the same county where Mary McLeod Bethune was born, lived, and worked for equal rights for black people, raised by a great-uncle already feeling rejected by both parents. My great-uncle was a bootlegger, and it wasn’t until I was seventeen years old, I figured out these quart-size jars I was told to drop off at these gambling houses was moonshine, bootleg running at seven years old.