I went to school at this log school house. A white woman was my teacher, I do not remember her name. My father had to pay her one dollar a month for me. Us kids that went to school did not have desks, we used slates and set on the hued down logs for seats. ↗
If we had been less reliant on technology and the security that we enjoy in being divorced from what we used to know, maybe things would have turned out differently. ↗
I had life threats, because people accused me of approaching Brando as God and his son was Jesus. I literally had people saying my blood would run in the streets for doing that. ↗