I remember my uncle in North Carolina. He had a nice size farm. I saw him get up early in the morning and begin to work all day, and come in his house for dinner that evening. I saw how other Black farmers lost out on their farms through several things such as threats, or being bought off or pushed off their lands, and then what really hurts is that when that Black farmer gets really sick or dies, one family member falls victim to the Man by selling off. Tough. Joseph