knew is that my dad, as he'd often say, had picked enough
cotton for us all. He'd picked cotton until his fingers bled.
And he did it so that ultimately, his wife and his children
would not have to, literally or figuratively.
Mother was always assertive, I'm told, even before she
met my dad. Whether Kanye realizes it or not, he gets a lot of
his fighting spirit and confidence from my mother, too.
Much of Kanye's confidence can also be traced from the West
side. Mom-Mom was his paternal grandmother, Fannie B.
Hooks West. Born in Arkansas, she met her husband, James
Frederick West, in Tucson, Arizona, where Kanye's dad was
born. After several months of courting, Mom Mom demanded
that James put up or shut up. She was not going to be the
girlfriend, she was going to be the wife. After a relatively
short courtship, Fannie and James married. James was a mili-
tary man and remained so for twenty three years. He, like my
dad, was a protector and a provider. Unlike my dad, how-
ever, he lived in many places. The family traveled from Tuc-
son, Arizona, to Salina, Kansas, to Delmar, Delaware, to
Roswell, New Mexico, to Seville, Spain, to Altus, Okla-
homa, back to Roswell, then to Marysville/Yuba City, Cali-
fornia, and finally back to Delmar, where James, who Kanye
called Pop-Pop, was born. Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop would
raise six children—James Jr., Ray, Juanette, Wanda, Sheila,
and Wayne. Ray is Kanye's dad.
James and Fannie West were very spiritual people. Like
my family, they attended church every Sunday that the good
Lord sent unless they were traveling on the road, moving to
yet another city where Pop-Pop had been stationed. Ray tells