Maria B.: Not at the beginning. We didn't have too-- the only thing we had in Virginia that bothered us, but we lived down among the White people. And my brother would always do something. I mean, it's like the poor people, you know, like they would pick on my brother. The rich people would take up on him because they liked him and the poor people didn't like that. So one day some girl got raped down there, White girl, and she said she knew who it was. So they put her on one of my brothers, and the man said, it ain't him because he was working for me and I know it wasn't him. Our other brother was a younger brother, but he couldn't get out of it because he was at-- he had cried. He was four, and my mother had nearly died when he was born. And she [??]. And so he, um, he was at the shelter and my sister, she jumps up and, and they said, give me some clothes. That he had, he had been fishing a couple of days before that. But that night he was at the shelter, but Mama couldn't prove it because she didn't know exactly where I was, she didn't give him the money for the shelter. Found her later. So they trapped him up and put him in prison. So he stayed in there from 15 years until he was 23 years old, I think. But he-- they treated him kind of nice. He learned different trades that-- but he could never prove it. And so after his-- after my mother died, I got him just a quick-- my mother was worried and crying. I told her, I said, just wait he'll get out. So that's the only trouble we had with them then. They, you know, they did that because they was mad at him anyway, because a police come out one my brother,and he knocked him down and they didn't put him in jail. They had that against us, you know. So that's the only trouble that-- we got along with everything. Of course that was bad.