In the backwoods of the Gulf States, for miles and miles, he may not leave the plantation of his birth; in well-nigh the whole rural South the black farmers are peons, bound by law and custom to an economic slavery, from which the only escape is death or the penitentiary.
This passage describes the dire conditions of economic servitude and peonage faced by Black farmers in the rural South.
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