Article from the Guardian: How I got revenge on a plantation tour

Man has father/son moment by spitting on a plantation home after an informative historic tour. Father then turns spitting on things into a life lesson about having self-pride and raising lions. "Always spit on the house. Always."

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“Spit?” I said, unsure if he was joking or not.

“Yes. The house. Spit on it.”

I swung my head to see if anyone was around. No one. Then my dad started making guttural throat sounds, put his back into it, and spat on the house. Honestly, that is one of the most disgusting things I’ve seen my dad do. But as soon as he did it, it felt like the air got easier to breathe.

My dad was laughing like a little mischievous kid and said, “Now it’s your turn – for all the people who didn’t get a chance to spit before.” So I got the biggest loogie my throat could muster, put my back into it and spit on the house.

Suddenly, my body felt lighter and I couldn’t stop laughing. I knew spitting on the house was not that big of a deal. But it felt like a secret I had from the plantation. My own rebellious Nat Turner moment.

My dad leaned over and said, “You can’t let that happen Nyge.”

I was confused. “Let what happen?”

He said: “You know what I always say when it comes to you and your brother right? I’m raising lions. You can’t make anyone make you feel smaller than you are. You’ll feel this more when you get older and I know you feel like I’m a little bit extreme, but when situations arise later in life, I want you to be able to see it for what it is. Don’t let any surroundings shrink you. Always spit on the house. Always.”