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ASSATA: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY, by Assata Shakur (Lawrence Hill Books, Chicago: 1987), pp. 257-258 “My mother brings my daughter to see me at the correctional facility for women in new jersey, where I had been sent from alderson. I am delirious. She looks so tall. I run up to kiss her. She barely responds. She is distant and stand-offish. Pangs of guilt and conscience fill my chest. I can see that my child is suffering. It is stupid to ask what is wrong. She is four years old, and except for these pitiful little visits—although my mother has brought her to see me every week, wherever I am, with the exception of the time I spent in alderson—she has never been with her mother... “I go over and try to hug her. In a hot second she is all over me. All I can feel are these little four-year-old fists banging away at me. Every bit of her force is in those punches, they really hurt. I let her hit me until she is tired. 'It's alright,' I tell her. 'Let it all out.'...'You're Assata shakur autobiography online!