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Plenty of Blame

I was out for a walk one day when I spotted an old man He was kneeling on one knee writing something in the sand. As I walked, I moved closer so that I could see. He looked up with tears in his eyes and then he said to me. Where is the dream spoke long ago that Martin used to say? I saw a white man kill a black boy right here the other day. What he said on TV was a lie, the boy was unarmed because I saw. The badge should and must be respected, but no one is above the law. Two weeks ago, on this same corner a young man was shot dead. This time the shooter was black and shot the man in the head. A woman came yelling and blaming others for the killing of her son. Not taking any blame for teaching him not to carry a gun. The bad white cop and the black shooter both are victims of early years. When they were just a little Tot they were taught to hurt and fear. The woman doing the blaming knows a baby comes with an empty mind. It’s the good things that parents don’t put in that can cause a life of crime. Scientist say the baby’s brain at birth begins to record. We must get involved early, lazy parenting we can’t afford. They say we have the first seven years to implement a positive plan. What we do or do not do, will determine the type of man. Well old man I have to go, why are you here today? Because the church got their mind on money, so I came to pray.

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