The Black Lives Movement has me thinking of these things
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I'm not quite sure when I first heard the word but one memory stays with me whether true or not. I was very young, maybe four years old, riding in the back seat of the family car, a 1949 Plymouth. I was laying prone, my head over the edge of the back seat, watching the pavement rush by from a hole in the floorboard behind my father's seat. Suddenly he hit the brake, I rolled off the seat, my mother reached to grab me, then my father yelled, "Dumb
The Black Lives Movement has me thinking of these things
The Black Lives Movement has me thinking of…
The Black Lives Movement has me thinking of these things
I'm not quite sure when I first heard the word but one memory stays with me whether true or not. I was very young, maybe four years old, riding in the back seat of the family car, a 1949 Plymouth. I was laying prone, my head over the edge of the back seat, watching the pavement rush by from a hole in the floorboard behind my father's seat. Suddenly he hit the brake, I rolled off the seat, my mother reached to grab me, then my father yelled, "Dumb