The heat in Mississippi did not merely sit upon you

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The heat in Mississippi did not merely sit upon you—it pressed, heavy as wet cotton, suffocating as a shroud. Elias Green felt it every evening as he lit the kerosene lamp in his shack and waited for the children to come.

They came from the cotton fields and the sharecropper cabins and the swamp trails, their feet bare or shod with broken shoes, their eyes bright in the lamplight. There were nine of them this evening: Jesse, Lucy, Isaiah, Harriet, Samuel, Martha, Robert, Cora, and little Thomas, who was six and still afraid of the dark. "Tonight we speak of forces," Elias said, his voice steady despite the...

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