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My grandfather remembered hiding under the bed as she manned the window with a shot gun when the white people from the town would get drunk and ride out on horses with torches to "scare the black folks" (they described it with different words)

He was so scared that my great grandmother might shoot... because if she hit one of them ... it would all be over. He fled to the north to work in the steel mills.

Ah yes Jim Crow what a wonderful time to be Black in this country. F-ing hell man.