Reaching into depths of inequality, finding expressions of
the past when discrimination and segregation were running
rampant.
Especially down south, gathering people together, but in
the wrong way, because intolerance and hatred increased
tenfold.
Spirited people kept trying to do what was right and the
democrats kept undermining them constantly throughout the
years.
Standing here even today, facing racism now from those who
were back in the day, none of it's right, two wrongs never
make anything better.
They just add to the problem and keep it going into the
future, a bitter pill for us to swallow for those of us who
are trying to heal this racial tension.
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