My great-great-grandfather, Salis Burgess, came to America, shackled in a belly of a slave ship.

He was sold on an auction block in Charleston, South Carolina to the Burgess plantation.

Offered by age 8, he was fortunately surrounded by an elder slaves who though physically

chained, mentally, in vision of selves as free men, they escaped, taking young Salis

with them, making their way to West Texas.

Salis worked hard and saved his money.

Eventually, he became an owner of 102 acres of farmland, which he cultivated and paid

off within two years.

I proudly carry the name of my first American ancestor, who, like means of others, drawn

or brought to our country, struggled past overwhelming obstacles to live with American

dream.

Salis founded the first black church, the first black elementary school in this town.

He was a Republican, a Christian, and a pillar of his community.

He was proud and industrious and taught his children to be the same.

Now, because great-great-grandfather Salis was once a slave, so-called progressives wanted

to give me money.

Never mind that like him, I'm an entrepreneur, who received an external education, built

businesses, raised a remarkable family, and unlike most white Americans, earned a

Super Bowl ring.

Because of work I've never done, stripes I've never had, under whip I've never known,

these progressives want to give me money I've never earned.

The fact that this money will be forced but taken from others who also dreamed, worked,

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