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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I used to be prejudiced, I would complain Cause a black guy hit my twin with a chain I came off a school bus, black kids took my money Didn't dare to fight, my cowardice was funny. Was near a black teen robbing a Walmart Saw riots on TV, burning buildings torn apart. I was told some places to avoid after dark Harlem, South Bronx, and Central Park. My Dad told me that in his college of leftwing views The Black studies department to a man hated Jews. I read Amiri Baraka, his poem structure was good But he had it in for Jews, that was understood, He wrote: We want poems like fists beating s out of Jocks or dagger poems in the slimy bellies of the owner-jews. Another bad poem cracking/steel knuckles in a jewlady's mouth. There was Jesse Jackson, and his "HymieTown" There was Farrakhan, who wanted Jews down Farrakhan said: "Satanic Jews have infected the whole world with poison and deceit" Said Jews ran sex rings, other things I won't repeat. There was Candace Owen, paranoid about Jews But her podcast gets vast numbers of views. As I said, I was a racist, but notice past tense The change that came, was not a pretense. I crashed into a car, thought I'd pay a price But the black man who owned it, was nicer than nice. One day I was in a bus, talked with a black man He had fought for America in Afghanistan He was told to duck but he knew that was bad advice, Charged at the foe, he was brave, he was nice. Once I had a moment of celebrity, that I didn't deserve But I couldn't tell the truth, didn't have the nerve. In that time, whites, blacks, and others Thought I was cool, treated me like brothers. If you're my friend, I'm your friend too That's my philosophy, I think its your due Unfortunately, when some truths about me come known hearts that were soft harden like stone. That doesn't mean we shouldn't criticize a group, including mine An ethnicity, a religion, we all have scoundrel time. But I think it's a mistake to censor for hate speech Better to debate, to learn and to teach.
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