Harry and Eliza Briggs had never expected much from their existence beyond the simplicities hard-bought with the cotton crop he raised and her $1-an-hour maid's wage in one of the motels where Northern tourists broke the journey to Florida. Theirs was the best of what Clarendon County, South Carolina, thought the appropriate ration for families of color in those days, and the Briggses might well have been content with that little if its condescensions had extended to schools fit for their children.
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