Posted on 07/27/2013 4:48:50 PM PDT by 2ndDivisionVet
>> “We don’t mix,” he yelled, eyes bulging, fists flexing at his side. I look back on that summer as the first time I realized my beloved father was wrong, just wrong, and I no longer wanted to be just like him.
“We don’t mix”, an observation or command? Nonetheless, the stats speak on his behalf.
>> I keep fighting the urge to explain myself to my black friends
Sounds like a ditz.
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