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[Audio clip: view full post to listen] When I was a child, racial tension in my small hometown did not exist. There was no them, only us. Everybody was white. The caste system was in effect, to be sure, from the apex of the Caucasian ladder to the depths of the pale trash heap; [...] [Audio clip: view full post to listen] He was about 6 and a half feet tall, weighed maybe 280 pounds, and had straight, blue-black hair to below his waist. He looked down at me through hard, dark-brown eyes from a walnut face and said, “You’re white. Where’d you get that necklace?” He was referring [...] |
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