A society that cannot respect another culture is hardly deserving of respect itself.
It is a journey, to reconcile my identity with a particular political past. How do I say that I belong to all this, when I can only begin to see its face through squinty glares and seething slits?
It is a journey, to reconcile my identity with a particular political past. How do I say that I belong to all this, when I can only begin to see its face through squinty glares and seething slits?
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hi my name is glen and i like to play the bongo. won't you play the bongo with me? you can be queen of the congo
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