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just pulled up and they were pulling the boy out of the water.
After meditating on the troubles of the world a man walked into a cemetery and read the generous epitaphs on the tombs. It was such a contrast with the living that he concluded: “It would be better to kill all the living, resurrect the dead, and let them get the world out of the awful mess it’s in.”
As I said there were no blacks in Hamilton, but thinking back, now I remember one black family whose mother sometimes helped my mother. We also had a convict labor camp near Hamilton, a barracks type prison sur- rounded by barbed wire that was mostly filled with blacks. They’d work on the roads while a guard with a shotgun watched over them. A black man escaped one time. They killed him with a shotgun, and paraded him in through town in the back of a pick up truck. His body was a bloody mess from hundreds of buckshot.
We also had a KKK movement that would occasionally march through town about twenty strong with their white sheets and colorful signs and insignia. I didn’t know any of
