Little boy,
With the clear blue-eyes and the innocent face. I’m writing you this letter. I hope these words are not out of place.
I think of you often.
I wonder what thoughts cross your mind as your father proudly puts on his red cap.
I remember sitting in living rooms years ago as my own kin proudly discussed racial views, making themselves the experts in…
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