ABSTRACT
In her autobiography, Assata Shakur—a radical black activist who grew up in the United States during the 1950s and 1960s—describes her grandmother drilling her:
“Who’s better than you?”
“Nobody.”
“Who?”
“Nobody.”
“Get that head up.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, Grandmommy.”
“I want that head held up high, and I don’t want you taking no mess from anybody, you understand?”
“Yes, Grandmommy.”
“Don’t you let me hear about anybody walking over my grandbaby.”
“No, Grandmommy.”
“I don’t want nobody taking advantage of you, you hear me?”
“Yes, I hear you.”
“Yes, who?”
(Shakur 1987, 19)