I remember one summer I played, like, with the granddaughter of this known Klan member. Like, all summer we caught cicadas. And we had grown close, and so it was, like, time for her birthday party and I said ‘Oh, like, what time do I come for your party?’ And she’s like ‘Oh, no, you can’t come to my house ’cause my parents don’t like black people.’
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