The evolution of me!

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My mother remembers segregated lunch counters, white only swimming pools, white only water fountains, being home before sundown…

My mother remembers this..

I’m from Memphis, TN.. And she remembers when Martin Luther King was killed..

She remembers all of the native reservations that used to be in the city until WHITE PEOPLE FORCED THEM OUT..

She remembers pow wows as a little girl… But Never saw one again after the Natives were ethnically cleansed from the population in Memphis…

I would argue that the Trail of Tears lasted much longer than people think… I’m talking about the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s

But my grandmother(1937) and great-grandparents(1919) and great-great grandparents(1890’s) probably have/had stories that were much more jarring..

But I’m supposed to forget about all this shit and Kumbaya.. fuck off

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