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Racism 1952

Racism 1952 A man had been working on a flat garage roof jumped into the yard, not a long jump but landed badly and hurt his ankle. He picked up a plank and used it to get out and to the bus stop. The bus driver wouldn`t let him on because of the plank, and he lost his balance and fell, People stepped over him, this black drunk. The pavement was cobble stoned, so he walked to the hospital using the road, where he was hit by a car, an ambulance arrived, the man had hurt his ankle, but it was not broken, a plaster cast, they gave him a crutch so he could get home. The driver of the car which hit him, picked up the plank it was just the size needed repairing his house. We have come to a long way racism is no longer so ugly but skulk in corners and the judicial system.

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