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To watch a black man look on another black man is like watching an exercise in suicide where broken men feed on other broken men. And they dont skate on the edge of hope, they see it at a distance and climb over each other to move further away from it.
As one black man strikes another, you can through heart and mind feel the cracking of the jaw, the weaking of the heart as the body gives way to physics. Man and Earth become one and for extra measure, a bitter boot stomps.
And it strikes a memory forever into the mind of a man, that there is no escape, a winding vortex of lost hopes and dreams and of it at the mercy of a mere boot.
