“Agitators,” Mamie had said again. “Things were fine till they started comin’ down from the North, stirrin’ up trouble, tryin’ to make their ways ours.” That had got me thinking. I’d never been to any other place. Weren’t things the same everywhere? When I’d asked Mamie, she’d snorted cigarette smoke out of her nose and said, “Point is, it’s none of their damn business.”
