 Well, Daddy nodded and took the ten dollars, quickly readied his wife and children for their journey. But later, in the borrowed wagon on a backcountry road, little Eugene burst into tears. I hate white folks, he exclaimed over and over between sobs. His daddy said he should hush. He said there was good and bad under all kinds of skin. But there was a place he'd heard about, a place long far away, a place called France. France.