MISSISSIPPI BURNING: ANNIE’S STORY
Before the war, my Daddy was always a good, kind man. According to Nana, he never said a cross word to anyone, not even the nasty neighbors who spit in his face when he returned from ‘Nam the first time, with his new wife. Mississippi was never a hotbed for cultural diversity, but bringing home a war-bride, some people seemed to take personal offense to that. Luckily my nana and grandpa never did. If their son loved my mother enough to save her from that hell, there must be something worth loving.
That was why Nana was the only person Mama told when she fell pregnant with me. My mother wore baggy clothes when she went to work as a maid at the local hotel. If she lost me, she didn’t want Daddy to know.
Then he went back. My nana told me it was something
