Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
cotton picking
I PICKED COTTON ONCE, SYMBOLICALLY, DURING A HOWARD UNIVERSITY STUDENT ASSN. VOTER REGISTRATION FIELD TRIP TO MISSISSIPPI IN 1971, TO SUPPORT CHARLES EVERS' GUBERNATORIAL BID. OUR BUS DRIVER STOPPED, SO I COULD ALIGHT AND JOIN A FARMER AND HIS SON, AS THEY PICKED THEIR COTTON. THEY LAUGHED ALOUD TO LEARN THAT I HAD COME ALL THE WAY TO MISSISSIPPI FROM THE GREAT HOWARD UNIVERSITY IN D.C. TO PICK COTTON WITH THEM. I LAUGHED TOO IN RACIAL FELLOWSHIP. PICKING COTTON IS A WHOLE LOT TOUGHER THAN IT LOOKS!TRUST THAT!