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Chapter 5
Butyou’llkillthelandwithcotton.
Weknow.We’vegottotakecottonquickbeforethelanddies.Thenwe’llselltheland.LotsoffamiliesintheEastwouldliketoownapieceofland.
Thetenantmenlookedupalarmed.Butwhat’llhappentous?How’llweeat?
You’llhavetogetofftheland.Theplows’llgothroughthedooryard.
Andnowthesquattingmenstoodupangrily.Grampatookuptheland,andhehadtokilltheIndiansanddrivethemaway.AndPawasbornhere,andhekilledweedsandsnakes.Thenabadyearcameandhehadtoborrowalittlemoney.An’wewasbornhere.Thereinthedoorourchildrenbornhere.AndPahadtoborrowmoney.Thebankownedthelandthen,butwestayedandwegotalittlebitofwhatweraised.
Weknowthat—allthat.It’snotus,it’sthebank.Abankisn’tlikeaman.Oranownerwithfiftythousandacres,heisn’tlikeamaneither.That’sthemonster.
Sure,criedthetenantmen,butit’sourland.Wemeasureditandbrokeitup.Wewerebornonit,andwegotkilledonit,diedonit.Evenifit’snogood,it’sstillours.That’swhatmakesitours—beingbornonit,workingit,dyingonit.Thatmakesownership,notapaperwithnumbersonit.
We’resorry.It’snotus.It’sthemonster.Thebankisn’tlikeaman.
Yes,butthebankisonlymadeofmen.
No,you’rewrongthere—quitewrongthere.Thebankissomethingelsethanmen.Ithappensthateverymaninabankhateswhatthebankdoes,andyetthebankdoesit.Thebankissomethingmorethanmen,Itellyou.
