My WHITE wife’s WHITE grandfather picked cotton...picking cotton wasn’t just a black’s endeavor or burden.
GTH you racist witch.
My late father was one of nine children born to cotton farmers in Georgia during the 1930s. My grandparents didn’t have slaves nor hired help. My father and his brothers and sisters were the ones who worked the farm alongside their parents. Needless to say, as each child turned 15 years of age, they one by one hightailed it out of Georgia to make a living unrelated to cotton. To this day, I don’t recall any of them having an aversion to cotton as clothing or decoration.