Freedom from Bondage: Pride Versus Virtue
When I began writing, "The Return of Cotton." The only thing I wanted to do was tell a true account of things that affected my life. With low self esteem I knew it would be difficult. Therefore the only thing I prayed for was for God to just let me attain my freedom and my senses by the time I finished.
As I was telling I saw than I wasn't going to tell it without the help of God. I wanted to tell it in a way that was so simple that even a fool will understand. Yet it would entertain the intellectual mind any great educator.
I have tried to the best of my ability draw you the reader a picture of my soul. I tried to touch every emotion of your being. Even though I have tried to make you laugh from time to time, so that your soul don't get stolen right here on earth I want you to see just what it is like for a soul to be in tormented.
In order to paint such a picture, through fasting and praying many time a day it was as if God took over every word, line and paragraph. I knew that God was using me just like he use the prophets in the Holy Bible to carry his message.
Every now and then God will send someone or something to soothe the souls of his people. I believe that this is what he has done with "The Return of Cotton."
Since the time when I was about ten tears old when I had to be dip in the water two times People have been telling me that it was something wrong with me. When I went to school only about forty-five days in the fourth grade, or spent two years in the fifth grade and three years in the six grades other students told me that something was wrong with me.
Even my own sisters and brothers constantly told me that some was wrong with me
For as long as I can remember. At the age of fourth teen one of my sisters predicted that I would end up in an asylum before I reach the age of eighteen. She also predicted that I would end up in prison before I reach the age of twenty-one. Therefore for years as I grew up, because of the name calling and people telling me that something was with me,
I was convinced that something was wrong with me.
When I became a man the questions of what was wrong with me changed for the
worse. Only the questions changed from what's wrong with me as a individual to what's wrong with me as a Black man. Then the question changed to what's wrong with me as a Black race.
As I set out to find out what was wrong with me I found more than I was looking for.