She was a simple woman, she knew black, she knew that, yes she did, and, she knew white, and as personal philosophies go, hers was simple, black, white and that is it, that was the extent of her life's knowledge, her life's work, it does not go any farther than that, grey was unheard of, an unacceptable compromise? why? you don't need to compromise when you'r life is simply black or white, therefore, certainly, you wouldn't have to compromise.
Humble is how somebody who met her described her, but, to be put in her words, it's "umble". So our self described "umble" lady was telling her life story: I's gwyne to tell you, den I leave it to you. I was bawn down 'mongst de slaves; I knows all 'bout slavery, 'case I ben one of 'em my own se'f. Well, sah, my ole man -- dat's my husban' -- he was lovin' an' kind to me, jist as kind as you is to yo' own wife. An' we had children -- seven chil'en -- an' we loved dem chil'en jist de same as you loves yo' chil'en. Dey was black, but de Lord can't make no chil'en so black but what dey mother loves 'em an' would n't give 'em up, no, not for anything dat's in dis whole world.
