Liberals: Wolves in Sheep's Clothing
I still remember the knot in my stomach upon seeing the sea of white faces from the window of our school bus. It was the first day of school 1961. We came from a neighboring black community, about a hundred or so of us, to the newly integrated white Jr/Sr high school with thousands of students.Added by Lloyd Marcus on June 30, 2009 at 4:16pm — No Comments
Confessions of a Black Conservative
A urine smell permeated the stairwell. In the darkness, due to smashed light bulbs, the sound of broken wine bottles underfoot echoed off the concrete walls. I was nine years old. With the elevators out of service half of the time due to vandalism, many times I was forced to take the scary trek into the shadow of death up the stairwell to our sixth floor apartment in the projects of East Baltimore.Added by Lloyd Marcus on June 30, 2009 at 4:09pm — No Comments
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