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I Have Been Stoned

I have been stoned, born the wrong color. driven from my native soil, crushed like pigs on ships, delivered into slavery. and I was crushed when Lincoln died, but freed us, climbed and conquered racist mountains, Malcolm X rebuilding us, Kennedy revitalizing lost spirits, King delivered us from temptation. I have built a new history of me, opened new opportunities, became a citizen of the land, and gained the right to die a free man.

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Date: 11/14/2021 11:06:00 AM
Slavery is not based on skin, but upon greed. Consider all the Native American children kidnapped from their parents and forced to pick cotton and/or perform other slave labour under the guise of "education" - especially all those murdered for non-compliance . . . .
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Date: 11/14/2021 5:14:00 AM
Stones have been turned over. So many caught in the bondage of slavery. Who really frees but God. He has his eye on the downtrodden always. The ultimate array of colors in heaven free with love and friendship and a great inheritance.
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