Naturally, I got there late. I came when others were going but still witnessed those marching for their rights and the rights of others. There was a DJ spinning and people dancing on the corner of 19th and Dolores. I still don't understand the moment for dancing. I don't know how to express the disappointment I feel in regards to this outrageous proposition. Someday, the population will look back on this moment in history and express towards it the current distaste and discomfort we feel when we reminisce on the days of segregation. The same question will come forth: "How did they allow it?" So many times throughout history we have asked ourselves that very same question.
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that's my brother!
I wish I could have been there, this is too bitchin, I hope there's going to be more so I can show my support
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