Christ's palms are outstretched with holes, bloody geysers fill his hands!
I watch them like a shadow, a ghost among them. I stare at these
protesters being beaten and broken because they are black. The
ambiance reeks of a disguised slavery. Citizens fill the streets
shattering windows and vandalizing businesses.
Rioters are imbued with the craving of peace in their hearts. Their
psyches are imprisoned with superficial control. Their minds are
lambasted and pelted. I experience their distress and struggle in
my own soul. I am their sister.
What do you require the children to see? Should they be taught
this injustice of human dignity? Should children grow up to regard
themselves as servile because they are a different race?
The potential of racists live by appearance. The potential of diverse
people live by a free spirit! All cultures living together in harmony
produces the greatest synergy of mankind!
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