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First


History is full of firsts the first election in which blacks could vote the first black student at a previously racially segregated school the first black president of the United States of America. It is easy to forget about the first and the power that a "first" holds but we can never forget. I am grateful to the firsts for allowing the many to be able to follow. When the first slaves arrived here including my ancestor, Kunta Kinte, I know they could never have imagined what their firsts would bring. They would be proud to know all the firsts that have been accomplished by our people They would be proud to see that we continue to explore and become firsts of our own They would be proud to realize that we will always continue to be firsts and never allow there to be a last.
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