And about an hour later and 50 miles south we went from being in the birth place of the KKK to being in the city with the worlds largest Civil Rights Movement Exhibit, and officially being the minority as a white person.
We spent $1.50 to ride the bus for an hour to the edge of town, and passed out in the trees behind a Walmart, since we hadn't slept for 26 hours.
A little while later we found a ride to a truck-stop where we were told we would surely find a ride.
About 3 pitchers of Sweet Tea, 8hours, a rude awakening by rain, 3honey buns, and 8 cups of coffee later a man named Billy sat down to play some music with me while Marcus sat by the trucker entrance trying to find us a ride.
"She maybe an ugly dog, but she's no trouble at all."
"I'm just a lookin at you"
"Rock me mama like a wagon wheel, Rock me mama any way you feel. Hey Hey Mama Rock Me."
so the music went
And soon Billy started talking a little something like this:
"I' tell you one thing; and that is I don't know much, but I know one thing, and that's this; things ain't the way they's supposed t'be. Y' know Gensis says that He created male and female in His image. In His image He created 'em. Police, Government, male, female... He created 'em. And I' tell ya' 'nother thing; we shouldn' hav' ta, but I 'rekkon it's time we start buildin' houses underground."
Billy talked to us for 3hours before he decided he would give us a ride. But not before taking us by his property first to show us around.
I wish I had pictures to show you. To put it plainly there was so much stuff on this twenty acres..... this man had piles and piles of stuff on his twenty acres of half way dug underground houses, broken-down cars, and the likes.
And after parting with Ed and "Dog" (his dog), Billy and Anytime (his other dog, named after his tree service business) gave us a ride to Bessemer.
A tornado warning, a handful of middle fingers, a run to the waffle house, countless dirty looks, and a gas station front for a big drug-op later we got a ride two exits down the road.
And thank the LORD. Within half an hour we found a ride all of the way to the Arts district in Jackson, Mississippi from two young vegan, art majors from Birmingham.
The next morning we woke up to the nudge of a police officer's boot, behind the organic foods co-op in Jackson. After about an hour at Cups Coffee and Espresso we found a young man named Johnny who had just finished working for 2 years at the Perkins center and he gave us a ride across town.
We are currently staying in the Antioch house at the Perkins Center, helping with landscaping. We live with a young Westmont Grad, a former Sociology Prof. from Spring Arbor, Michigan and his wife.
The Lord has blessed us in so many ways.
More to come soon.
