I live on a plantation. One of the largest plantations still in operation. I never realized that I was on a plantation until about a decade or so ago. Up until then, I thought I lived a normal existence. It was a nice working class and lower-middle class community. There were also families on public assistance. It wasn’t perfect; it had its share of thugs, hoodlums, and players. The plantation community maintained a balance between all facets of life. This gave us a false sense of respectfulness, security and stability. My early years were spent on the plantation until my mother . . .