Evidence has surfaced to prove Shelia Jackson Lee was indeed a slave!

Sheila and I have something in common. Back in the day, my grandparents and parents were what was called “share croppers.” Basically that means they were dirt poor. All of the children, older and babies, worked in the fields at one job or another. As there was nobody left in the house except the matron who was cook and washerwoman and all that, there was not always someone to leave the baby with. At that time, I was the baby, around two years old as I was walking, but I had to ride on the cotton sack while my mother pulled bolls or picked cotton, whichever was the thing that was needed. We never went on the dole then, or later, and all three of my family children eventually got college degrees and teaching credentials. Oh, I was white, as was my family, but we shared the same way of life. Sheila and I were both freed slaves, I guess. I can tell my story my way, too, but I do not at all compare how I grew up to the horrors of the real life of a slave, and there were none where I grew up, almost in the Panhandle area of Texas. None that I heard of or read about in Texas then.