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All my life I'd been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a girl. But with Constantine's thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

Kathryn Stockett

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Kathryn Stockett
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: January 1
Novelist
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Jackson
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Constantine

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