When I was in band in high school, the black male clarinet player in front of me worn his jheri curl and it was dripping with “something.” It was all over his collar and shoulders. It was all I could to keep from vomiting.
51 posted on 10/05/2022 3:09:54 PM PDT by fwdude
(Racism is not dead, but it is on life support - kept alive by politicians….” — Thomas Sowell)
