In the beginning, we all could draw, even the scholars. Black didn’t have to separate itself or code switch. It could just be the beginning. In the beginning was dirt, and dirt had clay, and clay had plasticity, and plasticity begat the pot, and pots begat modernism. The truth of our beginnings is that anything seemingly modern started somewhere else. Black forms what “from” means. In the beginning was Mississippi, and Humphreys County alone is my Africa. Black thought, reporting, self-reflection—these are what created the archives that launch new forms, “from” Humphreys County, from poverty, from me.