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A couple of shots later, as the bourbon burned down my throat, I asked Russell, "What really happened?" He turned towardsinto my eyes I told hiel Wind's monument The old man trembled "It's true," helow "I didn't rape her; ere in love I still love her After all these years, I still love her" He grabbed h my sweatshirt "You carry the same cross Till you're an old man, you will love her And you love her boy, you hear! Always love Shannie Love her a little round, you'll carry her cross Yes you will" He let go of , I patted his back and wished him a happy new year Russell spoke, "Geneva ith child when her two brothers did Satan's bidding" I sat back down "She ith my child She lied about the father When her brother's shook down the impostor, they came back and beat her Beat her unconscious When she comes to, they beat her till the truth come out Then they beat her till the baby come out Then they throw her off Indian Point You knohy? She disgraced the family They say she laid with the beast And then they tell everyone the niggers did it! The niggers raped their sister!
"They said she juoes and built that sham monument Their fa, they built it again The sham will outlive the truth" I wanted to say it wouldn't; that the truth always prevails I didn't, I would have felt foolish
Russell continued "On Christy one, the reaper, in the form of those two brothers ca their baseball bats at anything that moved Screams filled the house I don't kno ot to me I know they didn't kill all of 'e theag me and tie me to a kitchen chair On the table in front ofmy sisters - one by one And when they were spent, they raped them hatever they could find When they finish withme outside They set the house on fire As it burn, I hearthe honorable thing The screa a wrong; they tell me because ofme let me off too easy; that they hope I live to be an old ht When there are screams no more, when the heat of the fire burn the tears from my face, when the last of et, we're going to rab a tree branch, light it afire fro house and burnancient scars