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Aramenta, Tennessee

1991

Hummingbird Bonite

Bird, if you didn't want to be dog walk to Sunday,

was a stubborn and logical woman born into a stubborn and spiritual lineage? She never

cared much for the church. The bigotry, hypocrisy, and fearmongering were enough to make her

crawl out of her skin, but she knew the best way to reach any black community in this part of

Tennessee was by way of a steeple. She'd managed to talk some sense into a deacon who knew her father boots back when

he stood tall. He cut her a key so she could skip the pulpit hypocrisy and let herself

in through the basement, where she taught self-defense classes every Wednesday night. While they

worshipped above, she trained below. Her students poured in, practicing their ones and twos, hooks and jabs and uppers.

They learned to use their elbows and knees and the effectiveness of a good low kick to attend.

All part of birds unflinching by any means necessary philosophy.

When one noble fool protest of the use of blunt objects, Bird calmly challenged him to spar.

They made a mess of the training mat.

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