I fear that Blacks may find themselves yet again waking up in the morning after the elections next to whites who have smuggled themselves into bed and in fact married them selves to the Black struggle permanently in order to safeguard white interests.
“It’s a lie; I know it’s a lie! He can’t die, he is too kind hearted to leave, too young to ascend to heaven, and he hasn’t even started pursuing his dreams. No! It’s a lie!” as I yell frantically to no one in particular.