The year is 1895. There’s a young Black pregnant woman talking into a store in rural Southwest Louisiana. She’s going to pick up a few items for herself and her family on a hot, humid day. As she enters, she’s attacked. The attacker is a muscular white man. She tries to fight, but with her growing belly, his size, and her awareness of her perceived inferiority in the deep South, there isn’t much she can do. She grows hopeless as he continues his assault. She grows wearier and wearier but just has she begins to give up, a Black man, comes out of nowhere. He fights off the attacker, enabling her to flee. That man, was Dautrive, my great great grandfather. A hero.