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Walk to School


Who is this Brown man who enters this bleached White room to challenge the might of Topeka? How so, when so many years ago my predecessor handed down Plessy, told all that seperation is cold but cool to ice the nation's hot temper. Why do I read these 5 cries when my forefather cauterized the scathing wounds of so many southern snakes? 58 ages ago 5 cold, cool decades... and then some. Perhaps old men die for a reason. Perhaps for a long time now I've owed Brown children a shorter walk to school.
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