*Not what I usually do here. But I'm right damned pissed off right now.*

All of my neighbors are black, all own their own land, all of whose families have been here either (1/a lot)

1) since emancipation or 2) since 1898 when black families had to escape Wilmington NC or be killed (lookup 1898 Wilmington)
(How it was written about at the time)

Mr @GlennKesslerWP "fact checker" seems to think that since my neighbors own the land around here (1000s of acres) that the successes their sons and daughters enjoy are somehow not earned or not a story to be told.

I try not to be offended on anyone's behalf

, but this soft ass piece of shit hit obliquely my neighbors, who I love dearly, while shooting at @SenatorTimScott . So let me tell you a little bit about what black southerners who happened to own land had to do in order to scratch a living from that land,

in order to HOPEFULLY some day make life just a little more tenable for their kids and grandkids.

As most of my friends here know, I live in the swamp, and I'm not kidding when I say that. Low, wet, acidic, low fertility soil.

In its natural state is covered by the thickest nastiest vegetation you can find. What you picture as a jungle, that's what this is. When all the "good land" was taken, this is what they were left with-or had to escape 2 with their lives after running from the guns in Wilmington

So what to do? Can't grow cotton or tobacco under the trees or in the vines, have to make a field. Literally build it. Trees were cut to sell as timber, cut to length by hand, there were no chainsaws, hauled by mule teams.

Once they cut and sold enough, they could buy their own mules to pull the stumps. I don't know if you've ever tried to pull up oak stumps, but there is a reason it's done by bulldozer. The land was mostly too low so they had to hand dig and haul by mule carts dirt from the lowest

spots to the higher ones to start to build a flat field. The middle of my farm is a "borrow pit" that was dug to make the spot where my house is and my field.

Now, after all those YEARS of work we can start planting. Small plots, 1/4 acre at a time or so.

Just keep working, every day, after every day, and you'll have a small field with some tobacco to sell, (and some veggies for your family). Remember, there are no pesticides, herbicides, so now on top of hand chopping timber to sell, they are hand weeding the plots

and hand picking bugs. This is non stop, sun to sun, mostly for the rest of their lives.

I know that most of us today just can't really even imagine how much work like this murders you little by little, day by day. Especially a soft ass pos like Glenn.

Because a black man
1) didn't die very young
2) have their land stolen(there was/is a whole damned lot of this)
And made a modicum of "success" Glenn thinks their progeny deserves no pride at retelling their family story. He can eat a bag of pig shit.

Hard times create strong men(and women)<- my neighbors families(and Tim Scott's) that carved a living out of nothing
Strong men create good times <- the unprecedented wealth and prosperity of America
Good times create weak men <- Glenn Kessler

The words I'd like to say would get me banned and also have no effect because lying piece of shit propagandists like Glenn do not care, so this is little more than screaming into the either, but on behalf of my neighbors that I care about I felt I needed to do it. /Fin.

*I'm sure this could have used an editor.

Further. From a family that lived the experience. https://twitter.com/mpactwrench/status/1385840327190323206?s=19