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Now, about that mulatto teacher and me. there was no love there for each other. there was not even respect. we were enemies if anything. he hated me, and i knew it, and he knew i knew it. i didn't like him, but i needed him, needed him to tell me something that none of the others could or would.
-Ernest Gaines
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Now, About That Mulatto Teacher And Me.

Ernest Gaines
Now, about that mulatto teacher and me. there was no love there for each other. there was not even respect. we were enemies if anything. he hated me, and i knew it, and he knew i knew it. i didn't like him, but i needed him, needed him to tell me something that none of the others could or would.
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