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I was lucky enough to start my journey at around 11 or 12. I lived, and grew up in a nigger neighborhood, but had an older white neighbor at the time a few houses down ask me if I wanted to make some money helping him through the Sunday papers every week. Of course I jumped on it. This was also around the time DD was running for office in Louisiana. Anyway, he would drop some crazy shit in my ear in those early mornings while we were slinging papers. Mind you, I’m older, and this was at a time where it was tough to get any legit information about such things. He never came straight out and said it, but I’m pretty sure he was a member of one of the few KKK chapters in some way, shape, and/or form left at the time. Of course, at that age, I honestly didn’t really understand what the KKK was other than they “hated” all blacks, which even at my young age, I kind of related to, and understood from being forced to grow up around them, and watching much of my family and frens white fly.