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PrologueWhen I was small, I never wanted to step in puddles. Not because of any fear of drowned worms or wet stockings; I was by and larLie a grubby child, with a blissful disre^fard for filth of any kind.It was because I couldn't brin^ myself to believe that that perfect smooth expanse was no more...

one I'm still haunted by dreams of the time we lived on Mr. Carter's plantation. Lots of Negroes lived on his place. Like Mama and Daddy they were all farmers. We all lived in rotten wood two-room shacks. But ours stood out from the others because it was up on the hill with Mr. Carter's big...