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for Aaron Henry and Mrs. Hamer SOUTH ALICE WALKER Here we have watched ten thousand seasons come and go and unmarked graves atangled in the brush turn our own legs to trees vertical forever between earth and sun. Here we are not quick to disavow the pull of field and wood and stream. We are not quick to turn upon our dreams. PARCHMAN, MISSISSIPPI EUGENE PERKINS On Sunday afternoon the sun is scorching hot in Parchman, Mississippi and black men in dirty blue trousers linger with relatives and friends recapitulating their past week ordeals working from dawn to dusk in red fields that stretch for miles and bear the sweat and blood of overworked muscles of cold eggs served at night and the taunts of drivers armed with shotguns to prevent men from violating the cruel laws of enslavement of the cold dungeon called Alcatraz and the bodies it has claimed of the brutal killings that become tradition and the code of servitude that strips them of manhood 368
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