There were places I couldn't go, things I couldn't say, questions I couldn't ask. You had to work for nothing and take what they gave you. Yet at the same time, you had all the fields to run in, the river to fish in, the swamp to hunt in. ... I was freer than any white kid, and at the same time, not free at all. What a paradox. [on growing up in Pointe Coupee Parish, Louisiana]