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My brother didn't know whether they were illegal or not. I know that nobody asked. It was work in bright-leaf tobacco, and it is nasty and hard. I know because I did it for years when I was young.
My brother is a mixed bag. I never know which way he will jump. In the middle of one conversation I was having with him on the phone, he suddenly began a screed about the people who were going to take away his guns. I called him back the next day when he was calmer and told him that he was mistaken. Nobody would be coming to take away his guns unless it was our Aunt Sarah, and she would have to be pissed because he did something waaaaay wrong.
He told me about the people he was working with and wanted a favor. I had no idea where this was going. Then he asked me to get him a simple Spanish/English dictionary he could carry and a basic beginner tape to help him learn the language a little. He wanted to be able to talk to them some at lunch.
When I hung up the phone, I just stared at the wall for a while. People are very complicated when you get right down to it. They may get scared and shout simple slogans, but at the heart of the matter, a lot of them are much more tangled up in contradictions.
Of course, some are unreconstructed idiots who don't let complicated ideas linger because there isn't enough room.
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