[...] where the colored people in Barbados outnumber the white people ten to one. But it was wealth against the lack of wealth in Barbados, so it only lasted about twenty-four hours. All of my brothers went home with their servants and their butlers and their butchers to protect them on their way home because they represented wealth. My father said, “What? Anyone would dare touch me?” And he said to his chauffer, who was a colored man, and my father always rode in the front seat next to the chauffer. He never rode in the back, always sat right next to the chauffer. And he said to the chauffer, “You take me down to the wharf.” If you know Barbados, you could take the car in which he rode, a few strong men could throw the thing right into the Caribbean and drown them all. And they were coming by the tens of thousands with sticks and knives and everything. My father sat right next to him confidant that not one person could dare touch him. He heard a voice say, “It’s the chief, let him through.” And that chauffer, nervous like a…he was like this, shaking…but he drove that car through like a hot knife through butter. And no one touched my father, yet all my brothers ran like mad. It was all within him. And he died the same way. The day he died he said to my brother Collin, “I’m going today,” and he said, “No, Daddy, you can’t go today.” “Oh, yes, I’m going today. This is my day.” He went that day. He was just positive…all through his life he was like that. There was no doubt in his mind of anything. The very day he died, “This is the day I’m going,” and he went that day. And he loved…he loved everyone, but he had not only respect for them he had respect for himself, great respect. And the only book he really ever read—-and he knew it, did he know it!—-was the Bible. Couldn’t argue the Bible with him; he knew it and he lived by it. And may you live by it…all of you. Goodnight.250 ¶39