I've started playing the harmonica. While playing I couldn't help but remember the plight of the african people and a video of old blues harmonica played by a very old black man, and it made me think how whites would probably force blacks to play the harmonica for entertainment. You know, music while you eat. Anyway, I started pretending I was a black slave, and I was getting tired of playing, my tongue was hurting, and my throat was dry, and then I imagined my white owner saying something like "BOY, lively, lively now! Hop to it!" and then I said out loud in my kitchen, while tired, "yes massa, imma hop to it massa!" and I played harder and livelier, and my tongue hurt and my throat was dry and sore...but I played for massa, because I knew if I didn't play, massa would whoop me. I'm totally understanding black suffering more and more all the time.