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!