[M]y first scene in life was us walking down a road trying to find some place to stay, because every time she knocked on a door to ask if she could stay there. I would always hear a great big voice that said no, I don't want that yellow girl in my house when they saw what color I am. So I was always hiding behind her, until we were finally accepted in a little cottage in the middle of a cotton field somewhere.

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