When people first started bullying me about (thinking I am: what the modern/new definition is/ or can be, of a:) “cracker.” Yeah— I’ll explicate the term. But first I’ll say: Linc mailed me A BUNCH (like, literally every KIND) of crackers. S’cute 🥲 when he wants to be— Lauren we gotta talk what happened w y’all fr bc he’s a demon now. Anyway though hi: cracker is a term (if a self-reference, like if a person chooses to identify and claims this term— ok: people who call themSELVES “cracker”) are just: from here. Literally. They actually use the same words you do (like “hush puppy”) they also (always, dude it’s unavoidable) a grandmother reaching for a “switch.” On god: when ladybug’s grandmother did that shit I knew we locked in— not to say we stayed locked in (?) thanks “Bubba.” ANYWAY: nowadays people mean: white, or: police. But a person saying I’m a cracker is a person saying we grew up here, my daddy and my grand daddy and everyone before that: we’ve always worked THIS LAND. Which involves: animals. Now if you’ve ever done anything difficult, like tending to animals, you KNOW there are moments where a whip is necessary, so they cracked whips to HERD ANIMALS, to train their horses, etc. It’s not a reference to owning slaves. There are not sweet old southern grandmothers on their porches sipping sweet tea saying “I’m a cracker” with the intended message being: we had slaves. They’re saying: we shuck oysters, we play ring toss. We rough house. We get in the mud, we love the mud actually. But yeah not everybody does. “Hush puppy,” though— don’t sleep on that. You got people abusing a term not knowing the REAL crackers? Honest to god are just like you. Freedom oriented, raw mf’s.

Oh: and my recent INCARCERATION 😅😇

Which I’m not actually sure if I ^ describe clearly here.. best part: as I’m being released, the final guard to literally open the door and LET ME GO is handing me paperwork/ able to see my name and goes “Winslow— like love Winslow??” I was SHOCKED he goes keep going I said keep proving that LOVE WINS? He laughed, nodded — let me GO— talk abouuuttaaa “W”

Love,

WINSLOW