Oilfield Trash, Part 2

Our family never owned slaves, we came over from europe the same way in the bottom of a boat, chopped (hoe cotton) for years along side whoever was unlucky enough to be in that position. Slept, ate, drank from the same bucket as everyone that was thirsty. Lost more than half of our family men fighting in the uncivil war. Moved to Texas to get away from those damn carpetbeggers, got here traded cropshareing for shack with no water. Cut cedar post and cordwood for a living. Basically what I’m saying I am a typical white person from a family that had it just as hard as anyone. I don’t want any special treatment nor do I think I should give any. Life is hard, God test us with problems, we all have forces beyond our control that will flatten us if we let them. I blame no one nor will I be blamed for crap I had nothing to do with. At birth all men are created equal. And that is when I consided my meter started running.