Papa was wrong
My papa accused this nigger of stealing from us. Everybody knows that my papa doesn’t lie. ... Three days ago, my papa went out in the shed to grab his rake and his hoe and noticed they were both missing. ... That night my papa went to the sheriff telling him what had happened. ... My papa wanted to get there early so we could get a good spot; we were standing right in front of the tree. My papa saw some of his friends and talked to them while I stayed in our spot making sure no one is going to take it. As my papa was away, I saw that nigger with his hands tied behind his back being drug by the two biggest guys I have ever seen.