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N. C. District No. 2 Subject ANN PARKER Worker Mary A. Hicks Person Interviewed Ann Parker No. Words 435 Editor Daisy Bailey Waitt"
An interview with Am Parker in the Wake County Home, Raleigh, North Carolina.
"I reckon dat I is a hundert an' three or a hundert an' four years old. I was a 'oman grown at de end o' de war.
"I ain't had no daddy case queens doan marry an' my mammy, Junny, was a queen in Africa. Dey kidnaps her an' steals her 'way from her throne an' fetches her hyar ter Wake County in slavery.
"We 'longed ter Mr. Abner Parker who lived near Raleigh an' he had maybe a hundert slaves an' a whole heap of lan'. I ain't neber laked him much, case we had ter wuck hard an' we ain't got much ter eat. He ain't 'lowed us no fun, but we did have some, spite o' him.
"We uster git by de patterollers an' go ter de neighborin' plantations whar we'd sing an' talk an' maybe dance. I know onct do' dat we was in a barn on Mr. Liles' place when de patterollers comed, all dat could git out scated, but de ones dat got ketched got a whuppin'.
"I got seberal whuppin's fer dis, dat an' tother; but I specks dat I needed 'em. Anyhow we was raised right, we warn't 'lowed ter sass nobody an' we ole'uns still knows dat we is got ter be perlite ter yo' white ladies.
"Daughter, did I tell yo' 'bout my mammy bein' a queen. Yes, she was a queen, an' when she tol' dem niggers dat she was dey bowed down ter her. She tol' dem not ter tell hit an' dey doan tell, but when dey is out of sight of de white folkses dey bows down ter her an' does what she says.
"A few days 'fore de surrender mammy, who am also a witch, says ter dem dat she sees hit in de coffee grounds dat dey am gwine ter be free so all o' us packs up an' gits out.
"We got along pretty good atter de war, an' on till lately. Atter I gits too ole ter wuck I sets on de post-office steps an' begs. I got a good pile o' money too, but somebody done stole hit an' now I'se hyar in de County Home.
"I fell an' broke my arm sometime ago, case my right side am daid an' I tries ter crawl offen de bed. When I gits back from de hospital dey ties me in dis cheer ter keep me from fallin' out, but I want ter git a loose. De nigger boy what helps me up an' down ain't raised lak I was, he fusses an' he he ain't got de manners what he ort ter habe."
L. E.
