I was a white tobacco farmer

Helen Nelson,
Saxonburg, PA.

I grew up working in the tobacco fields. Cutting tobacco with an ax. Piling the plants. Stringing plants on a wooden lathe with a spear. I was a dying breed, is what they told me in college. No one believes me now that this is who I was and who I am because I am white.


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