Thursday, December 25, 2008
I wonder how many good and decent men and women have been lost to history due to the color of their skin. I wonder how many men and women stole from these good people and called whatever they took they're own. Ideas and philosophies have been lost and cheated upon by the stigma of racist beliefs. From this fact, we all have lost ground in the grand scheme of our inevitable march. There is a solution however, and it lies in the research process. By digging and digging into the past lives of forgotten people we can better learn the truth about things that occurred which have layed the framework for our lives now. From this information gathering we can allow the past lives of men and women to shine so we can bring them alive again in the minds eye. From there we can allow the past to truthfully infiltrate our lives to make a positive contribution to all those who should do the same in the future. This is learning, this is fair, and this is life.
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