I mean, he was the son of sharecroppers and he experienced the same kind of racial discrimination that everyone did. He couldn't check books out of the library.
The last speaker, and they said, Dave describes her as the most dangerous to that democratic establishment, was a former sharecropper named Fannie Lou Hamer.
And while 90% of African Americans really were still living in the South and many in the rural South as sharecroppers, people were becoming more urban.
She hated her new job, I think—in their effort to take care of her, her sisters turned our self-sufficient, funny, slightly nutty mother into a sharecropper living a largely cashless existence.
Sharecroppers passed through shabby storefronts like this one to hear a new music, and earthy blend of African rhythms, spiritual hymns, and the field haulers of hard labor.