The man I worked for had one of the biggest companies in New York City. He ran it for more than 50 years. Fifteen years, eight months and nine days. I was with him every day. I worked for him. I protected him. I looked after him. I learned from him. Bumpy was rich, but he wasn't white-man rich, you see? He wasn't wealthy. He didn't own his own company. He thought he did, but he didn't. He just managed it. The white-man owned it, so they owned him.
Nobody owns me, though.
Nobody owns me, though.
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