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United as a nation, Divided we stand blacks vs. white, man vs. man.
The picture painted here is allured into the depths of mankind. Before me, Before you.
These shackles have been placed on my people for they weep, in fear that freedom would never come but we are not quite free. In the battle of segregation we stand the front line, ready for war in a passive state of mind. See what are not people if anger and violence but hostility and kindness. And no matter what you do we will stand strong, because we African Americans are an army of our own.
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