There were scripts I learned very early while growing up in an African-American community in the urban South. In the 1960s and ‘70s, civil rights leader Jesse Jackson taught us to say, “I am somebody!”, “Speak truth to power”, and “Black is beautiful”, which still rang loud in the streets way after the black power movement and the political prisoners it created were long gone.
My mother, instructing me from a wheelchair that appeared more like a mobile throne, taught me to proud...
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