Some shit never changes 
Edit for context: this is a letter from a woman named Eliza Clay, who inherited a collection of plantations in Southeast Georgia. Here were her thoughts after the war:
Some shit never changes
Edit for context: this is a letter from a woman named Eliza Clay, who inherited a collection of plantations in Southeast Georgia. Here were her thoughts after the war:
Don’t argue with people John Brown would have shot.
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