Friends who are still radicals rail at me for loving a country that enslaved us, and I tell them I don’t. I love a country that had the guts to stand up time and time again and right a wrong. A country that is not afraid to pick itself up and start again.
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KT, I read what this women had said and I was humbled to the core.
It served as a reminder that this country's diversity is a result of its greatness and not the other way around as is the common-speak.
I am not worthy.
Dean, that's a fantastic way to put it!
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