Page 3: if it wasn’t for those pictures in the paper. The room was divided. Some people started praying to the lord and thanking him after hearing the letter. Others said it was our people, slaves and Africans gone too soon holding a shield over Mr. Hampton and his people. You know I was never the closest with god. But I don’t know if some African ghost would give a damn about us too much either. Either way, everybody was on the same page about one thing. There’s more work to be done now more than ever. Seems even the universe thinks so too. I know you were worried about me coming to Chicago. But I wanna be here, Josie. I need to be here. And that doesn’t change anything about me and you, so don’t you go worrying. At least try not to worry anymore than you already do. Please water those plants on my nana’s porch. You know she won’t do it. Love, Ruthy