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They came and stood among strangers: doctors, pimps and postal workers,
holding hands. And still, they marched. The lame guided the blind, the
athletic supported the addicts; those who were wheelchair bound were out
front. And still, they marched. Some wore suits and ties, others sweats and
dashikis; they were shone, dreadlocked and jerrycurled. And still, they
marched. While not bellicose in spirit, they welcomed the whites among them who
stood in a spirit of brotherhood and solidarity. They cried and prayed for
forgivnes. They shared water and poured libations, honoring ancestors long
forgotten. And still, they marched.
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