Jamie Quinn

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I started school at age six, although I didn’t go regularly. It was 1947. Education was a luxury most poor Negro kids in Arkansas couldn’t afford. Not monetarily, but timewise. Only when it rained, and it had to rain hard, were we guaranteed a few consistent days. One or two kids went all the time, but not most of us. We were always behind, always missing homework and failing tests. Miss Ima
Don't Cry for Me
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