I knew when he called my name for battle, he wasn't fucking around. He took off down the road, not running. Walking fast. I followed. And when he reached his house my father walked right up to the front door like it was his house. He kicked the door twice, hard! Then he opened the door and went in. At first I thought he was knocking, but I quickly realized he was giving him a head start. I watched the door as my father walked the house... When we got to the back yard there was a cage set up in the middle. And it was full of slaves. Maybe fifty. They were pushed in so tight they couldn't move. Couldn't sit. They just had to stand. I mean it was so tight the people inside couldn't raise their arms to itch their face.