From the color of the faces in sunday's songs. To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on. Once upon a time in this country long ago. She knew there was something wrong. Because the song said yellow red black and white. Everyone precious in the path of christ. But what about the daughter of the woman cleaning their house. Wasnt she a child they were singing about. And if jesus loves us black or white skin. Why didn't her white mother invite them in?. When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?. How did she already know not to ask the question. Left lasting impressions. Adolescence's comforts gone. She never thought things would ever change. But she always knew there was something wrong. She always knew there was something wrong. Years later she found herself mississippi-bound. To help stop the legalized lynching. Of mr. willie mcgee. But they couldnt stop it. So they thought that theyd talk to the governor. About what happened. And say were tired of being used. As an excuse to kill black men. But the cops wouldnt let em past and. These women they struck em as uppity. So they hauled em all off to jail. And they called it protective custody. Then from her cell she heard her jailers. Grumbling about outsiders. And when she called him out. And said she was from the south they shouted. Why is a nice southern lady. Making trouble for the governor?. She said i guess im not your type of lady. And i guess im not your type of southerner.. But before you call me traitor. Well its plainest just to say. I was a child in mississippi. But im ashamed of it today. . Imagine the world that youre standing within. All of your neighbors and family and friends. How would you cope. Facing the fact. The flesh on your hand. Was tainted with sin. She faced it every day. People she saw on a regular basis. People she loved in several cases. People she knew were incredibly racist. It was painful. But she never stopped loving them. Never stopped calling their name. And she never stopped being a southern woman. And she never stopped calling for change. And she saw that her struggle. Was in the tradition. Of ancestors never aware of her. It continues today. The soul of a southerner. Born of the other america