Last night while watching my younger son practice with his pee wee football team, a group of teenage boys came and sat on the opposite end of the bleachers that my husband and I were sitting on. Within...
“Nigga ain’t the same as Nigger”. How you figure? Many have tried to explain the NONsense, but I guess I’M dense, ‘cause it don’t make No sense, to me. Probably not to the slave that hung...
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