Mine

"Macon was delighted. His son belonged to him now and not to Ruth..."

That ungrateful woman, that father is her life. This right here, this is mine. No longer does that woman own my son. Why need something that doesn't help you?

Finally. Someone worthy of the Dead name. Inheriting most of my traits, I knew he'd be the one. All this hard work, this money, I can live on knowing this family will continue to prosper. My son, the only one who gets me. As the heir of this family, he's doing the right thing. I'm only guiding him in the right direction. Everything I do now is for me and him. See! This is the key to life. Money, family, success.

He's the one following my steps, on the right path. I can do so much more without collecting those rents without running around the place looking like drug dealer. It makes me look better. So much more time, more money...I can visit the bank, auctions, and property to expand my business! There's so much more that could be mine. No one will ever look at me thinking I'm one of those poor "Negroes [who] wasn't going to get a big slice of the pie."


All I need to do is teach him more. I can never stoop lower than what I have. This line of Dead will continue with the money and power I've built all these years and will be recognized as one of the greatest. Everything will fill into my hands and become mine.