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[[strikethrough]] Washington [[strikethrough]]. Momma alwats remembered it so well. I was sitting in front ^of Alma and Momma^ with my sister [[strikethrough]] Catherine [[strikethrough]] Kathryn, and Alma and momma were sitting in the back [[strikethrough]] seat [[strikethrough]] of us. Alma said, that momma touched [[strikethrough]] Catherine [[strikethrough]] Kathryn on the shoulder and said, "Honey, take off your shoes and shake all that Georgia sand out of them ^and dont look back^ caused you are relieved now." Because ^of^ the pressure [[strikethrough]] was [[strikethrough]] there (in Columbus), you were suffocated, you didnt have any release, no freedom at all. 
          Undernearth of the hill where we lived, were little shantys of the poor whites who worked in the textile mills. Calloways family had mills across there. You've heard Alma talk about the colored water [[strikethrough]] that come there down in that [[strikethrough]] in the little creek that was below us under the hill. The water would always be in different colors. [[strikethrough]] it [[strikethrough]] What was the dye from the those mills. Those old poor whites who lived; at christmas time, they would shoot firecrackers, dress up like clowns, and carry-on. That was disturbing to us because we were the only Negros around there. And we didnt know what they might do to us. I remember one night momma said Homer Williams, who drove this horse-drawn hack, was bringing poppa home from working at the club. Just has he got to the corner where we lived, momma was looking out of the window for him. A gang of whites with ropes and chains stopped williams. Momma was petrified. Some of the whites recognized Mr. Homer who has dribing the hack and said to him, "who you got in there". Mr. Homer said this is John.