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Tup Issue 21 July 2015
Tup Issue 21 July 2015
Tup Issue 21 July 2015
Effectively
Promoting
Moderation in
an Age of
Extremism
Director
of
Operations
Milagros Harris
Director
of
Public
Relations
Toni Johnson
Founder
Akbar Pray
Director
of
Human
Resources
Rahman
Muhammad
Director
of
Finance
Qasim
Abdul Karim
The Akbar Pray Foundation For Change (APFC) is a not for profit grassroots organization, dedicated to redirecting the
lives of our urban at risk youth. It has been and remains our organizations mantra that " we are the solution to our own
problems." It is our core belief that there are those within our communities, if so engaged, who can help turn the tide of
crime, delinquency and recidivism which grips the lives of so many our inner city youth.
Operating from the premise that to effectively attack or address any problem you must start at its root, we have begun a
program in some of our citys schools and group homes, where we supply speakers, mentors, CDs and written material
from the organizations founder, which cuts to the heart of the problem experienced by many of these youths. Some times
working with former gang members, inner city icons and others that have what is referred to as street cred, we have been
able to achieve remarkable results.
Expanding on our mission, we continuously recruit individuals from various work disciplines to aid in educating young
men and woman with marketable skills.
To those ends we have engaged people both inside and outside our community to come to our classes and or workshops to
share and discuss the ups and downs, ins and outs of a wide range of work disciplines and careers. Never favoring one
career path over any other, we have invited professors, urban fiction writers, successful members of the hip hop industry,
general construction contractors and a Superior Court Judge to these open discussions and Socratic Circle seminars.
Again, it is our core belief that "we are the solution, to our own problems." In closing. We invite your participation in this
noble undertaking.
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ISSUE 21
JULY 2015
THE
Majority of U.S.
public school students are in poverty
Cover Photo by
Crystal A. Castro
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If we want to do more than just end mass incarcerationif we want to put an end to
the history of racial caste in Americawe must lay down our racial bribes, join
hands with people of all colors who are not content to wait for change to trickle
down, and say to those who would stand in our way: Accept all of us or none.
Michelle Alexander, The New Jim Crow
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By Howard R. Gold,
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buy
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I
believe
that
the
war
on
drugs
is
a
tragically
misplaced
use
of
resources
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an
immoral
venture
that
produces
far
more
suffering
than
it
alleviates.
-David
Harsanyi-
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Words by Saint
Recently, a gentleman reached out to me requesting that I write
a poem for his wife. The things in which he conveyed to me
not only drew me to oblige his request, but it also captivated
me, and made me do some research in order to write this
article. I was overwhelmed with compassion as well as
empathy regarding their circumstance. The couple, who has
been together for seven years, and married for five, have been
faced with a trying moment via another individual's bad
decisions.
According to statements published by The Centers for
Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), but made by The
Department of Transportation (DOT), National Highway
Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA), "Every day, almost
30 people in the United States die in motor vehicle crashes that
involve an alcohol-impaired driver. This amounts to one death
every 51 minutes. The annual cost of alcohol-related crashes
totals more than $59 billion"
At times, us as individuals just want to live life. We want to
celebrate. We want our celebration to be a reflection of our
mood. Sometimes, us an individuals just want to be comforted
due to a hardship we're experiencing. This is when we look for
a temporary uplift, a vacation from our current plight in life.
Either or, it seems that alcohol is the go-to product. Due to a
two year lapse in the releasing of information, the numbers
from this passed year of 2014 won't be available until 2016.
However, released in 2014, were the numbers from 2012
which were, "A total of 10,322 people were killed in alcoholimpaired driving crashes, which account for nearly one-third
(31%) of all traffic-related deaths in the United States." cited
by The Dept. of Transportation (DOT), National Highway
Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA) [09-30-2014]
Available at URL: http://wwwnrd.nhtsa.dot.gov/Pubs/811870.pdf
In the married couple's case, their world was changed at the
hands of a repeat Driving While Impaired (DWI) offender. It's
noted that, "Drivers with a BAC of 0.008% or higher involved
in fatal crashes were seven times more likely to have a prior
conviction for DWI than were drivers with no alcohol in their
system." DOT, NHTSA. I'm not writing this to pass judgment;
everyone is entitled to their own perspectives, and beliefs.
However, I am writing this to bring some light to a matter that
is minimally addressed. I'm not demonizing anyone's desires to
celebrate, nor the way in which they choose to do so, but I am
aiming to embed in both your conscious and conscience, the
risk of harm that is placed on those who share the road with
those who have been drinking alcohol prior to driving. So,
before you choose to drive after taking shots to either
celebrate, or to console yourself regarding life, just know
you're risking another person's shot at life.
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The following poem was written on the behalf of Mr. C. Shaw for
his beloved wife:
As I sit and watch you sleep with a bruised and swollen face,
I'd give anything for us to trade this circumstantial place.
The day started out great as we awoke next to each other,
Despite the morning breath, we kissed, embracing each other.
We went about our hygiene, and then sat to have breakfast,
Departed while adorning our necks, me, a tie, and you, a necklace.
We went our separate ways, focused to seize the day,
However, human plans don't always mesh with fate.
How was you to know a man who was drunk beyond belief
Was embarking upon a high speed chase with police?
Suddenly, out of no-where, you were jackknifed,
Hit so bad, firemen had to use the jaws-of-life.
I received the doctor's phone call several hours ago,
Frantically, is a modest depiction of how I drove.
I was just inhaling your scent, and basking in your smile,
Sexual innuendos were were being thrown around.
I am brought out of my reverie, back to this reality
Via a machine indicating your heart beat.
Damn!!! I'm here for you; I've taken vows,
But I'm going to need all of Yahweh's strength now.
How am I going to be able to tell ou of our lost?
A miscarriage is what a selfish man's DWI has cost.
Anger, confusion, sadness, as well as helpless and bowed,
There's so many thoughts and feelings being experienced right
now.
We'll might need some counseling for a while to help us cope,
Our union has been dealt one astronomical blow.
Hence I'm not leaving your side - no how, no way,
Once you awake, may your healing start with seeing my face......
written by: Semaj
"Saint" Thomas
COMING SOON:
PRESENTS
CONTACT INFO:
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By Lyndsey Layton
For the first time in at least 50 years, a
majority of U.S. public school
students come from low-income
families, according to a new analysis
of 2013 federal data, a statistic that
has profound implications for the
nation.
The Southern Education Foundation
reports that 51 percent of students in
pre-kindergarten through 12th grade
in the 2012-2013 school year were
eligible for the federal program that
provides free and reduced-price
lunches. The lunch program is a rough
proxy for poverty, but the explosion
in the number of needy children in the
nations public classrooms is a recent
phenomenon that has been gaining
attention among educators, public
officials and researchers.
Weve all known this was the trend,
that we would get to a majority, but
its here sooner rather than later, said
Michael A. Rebell of the Campaign
for Educational Equity at Teachers
College at Columbia University,
noting that the poverty rate has been
increasing even as the economy has
improved. A lot of people at the top
are doing much better, but the people
at the bottom are not doing better at
all. Those are the people who have the
most children and send their children
to public school.
The shift to a majority-poor student
population means that in public
schools, a growing number of children
start kindergarten already trailing their
more privileged peers and rarely, if
ever, catch up. They are less likely to
have support at home, are less
frequently exposed to enriching
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formed all across the United States
instilling a long overdue pride in being
Black, or African-American, while
seeking nothing more then equality as a
people and leaving the words: "Say it
loud! I'm Black and I'm proud"! As a
reminder to accept who we are as a
people of color.
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By Christopher Ingraham
Follow @_cingraham
There were 2.3 million prisoners in the
U.S. as of the 2010 Census. It's often
been remarked that our national
incarceration rate of 707 adults per every
100,000 residents is the highest in the
world, by a huge margin.
We tend to focus less on where we're
putting all those people. But the 2010
Census tallied the location of every adult
and juvenile prisoner in the United
States. If we were to put them all on a
map, this is what they would look like:
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AN OPEN LETTER
BY Zjontaye Gordon
To whom it may concern,
Justice is not served correctly and is not equalized. It
starts with respect and theres not enough respect in this world
for one another. Loss of dignity, fights, vulgar language, gang
activity and murder are all signs of disrespect. This is how it
starts, by fighting and taking anothers life. Now it all needs to
stop. Where did the dignity go and how do we get it back? I
will be fighting from this day forward to get the pride, dignity,
and love back that we once had for each other.
My name is Zjontaye Gordon; I am 16 years old and a
Junior at Central High School in Newark, NJ. Where I come
from theres violence everywhere and I intend to put a stop to
it. I intend to ensure that people in our community give and
receive respect from others. There are a lot of things that come
with respect that we as young black brothers and sisters do not
show. Instead of going to school we join gangs, do drugs and
sell them, expecting to make a living out of it. I know
education is the answer, but out of national graduation rate of
81 percent, only 68 percent of those students are black.
Moreover, white students surpass the national average with an
85 percent graduation rate. Other demographics averaged the
following numbers: 76 percent for Hispanics, 93 percent for
Asian/Pacific Islanders and 68 percent for American
Indian/Alaska Native. With a 17 percent difference between the
two races is it a surprise that African Americans in the urban
community are more likely to fall into drugs and gangs? Now,
those who choose drugs and gangs are disrespectful to
themselves and their families, but at the same time, they do not
define the community. They do not define me. If there were
enough mutual respect for everyone, a lot of things that happen
now would not happen.
Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin, Reginald Terry, and the
case where a rookie cop shot an unarmed person. All these bad
things happened and its almost like the law makes it okay for
all this to happen. Its like we live in a society of police vs.
black people. There is way too much police aggression and the
law makes it okay with their unfair judgments.
I am speaking to you as one of the African American
teenagers living in an urban community. We as black people
feel powerless when it comes to white people. Why? Because
they have the power and they make us feel that way. Police can
If you're white and you're wrong, then you're wrong; if you're black and
you're wrong, you're wrong. People are people. Black, blue, pink, green God make no rules about color; only society make rules where my people
suffer, and that why we must have redemption and redemption now.
Bob Marley
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Inner Fighter!
Everyday is another battle, the war of the titans.
But were still alive! Peace Almighty!
From street fighting, to prison beefs, humbled to a speed writer.
A mental gun, if the trigger twitch. The pen hits, BOOM!
Intellectual fire.
We done walked through all hell, and left the devil shook.
He turned up the heat, we laughed, relaxed, and used it to cook.
You can view or expression, expressing the opposite of living in
depression.
A warriors motto: never let em see you sweat, not matter how
depressing.
Always oppose oppression. We overcome by brotherly love, you
see?
What we can do for you didnt stop because we got arrested.
To all our sisters, all the ladies; We got yall back too!
All we gotta do is tighten our laces.
We stood the test, and at our best kept straight faces.
We been through enough, but dont worry. It didnt turn us crazy.
It made we sufficient, hard workers, the opposite of intellectually
lazy.
As we chant on the behalf of our ancestors, somebody better pay
we!!
Just look inside we, and you could see the war of the titans.
Fighting within for Peace, Love Truth, Freedom, and Justice;
5 principals of enlightenment.
Our 3 rd Eye never blinks, for our hind-sight has been heightened.
So there is still life in our blood, Peace Almighty!
And if the stars begin to fall, let we die amongst them, while
Metaphorically striking with lightening!
But until that day, let we bask in the Sun and keep shining.
For the only way to live it to keep fighting,
Because the only way to win is to build that Inner Fighter!
INNER FIGHTER!
By the R.E.D. Poet (Real Energetic Dialogue) A.K.A. Murk
Ulysses Banks, # 20670-014
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Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion
against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world...would
do this, it would change the earth.
William Faulkner
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Black Maria
by Michael Lucas
Maria Valentine is an attractive, young, straight-laced female growing up in
Washington, D.C., who along with her girlfriends, Sunny and Ruby, are drawn to
a quick answer to solve their problems of being broke: robbing banks! Greed
makes them take risks and daring rides on the wild side until Maria, Sunny, and
Ruby discover a rocky road that turns out to have a horrifying dead end. This
book features an innovative blend of story lines based on invention of facts
distorted into fantasy fiction. A tightly crafted classic of dreams coming true,
solely for your entertainment.
All titles are available through Amazon.com and your local books store
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By Chalana McFarland
Most people remember Valentine's Day with fond recollections
of romantic escapades. Yet, for me, it marks a far more dismal
memory. Not one of a broken heart but of a broken promise.
My four year old daughter wanted me to be her Valentine. She
solicited the aid of friends and family members to help her plan
the perfect evening. Unbeknownst to her, I was in the midst of a
criminal trial being held in the Richard B. Russell Federal
Building in Atlanta, GA. After completing law school in 1996,
I had spend many days of my legal practice in this building:
filing pleadings and petitions, observing trials or even meeting a
colleague for a quick lunch in the building's cafeteria. Yet this
day was different because rather than being legal counsel in the
trial, this time I was the defendant in at that time the largest
mortgage fraud prosecution in the history of the Northern
District of Georgia.
When they picked me up from the sidewalk in front of the
courthouse on February 14th, for my daughter it was just
another day of picking Mommy up from work. Her beautiful
smile vanquishing the demons of the grueling day I had spent
in court. The jury was out and my life hung in the balance.
We spent a lovely evening dining with family and friends at
my daughter's favorite restaurant, Olive Garden. Snuggled in
a booth irreverently slurping spaghetti and haggling over the
last remaining breadstick, I opened the handmade Valentine's
card my daughter had made for me in pre-school. At
bedtime, I tucked my daughter in with a kiss and a promise to
see her tomorrow. Little did I know that would become a
promise I could not fulfill.
On February 15, 2005, I was immediately taken into custody
after the jury returned a guilty verdict. Despite having
successfully remained on pretrial release for the better part of
a year, I was suddenly deemed a flight risk. I was not given a
chance to say goodbye, close up my house or even to make
childcare arrangements. As I was transported to the jail in my
prim black suit now accessorized by handcuffs and waist
chains, I thought ironically how careful I had been that
morning not to get a run in my hose while getting dressed for
court. Looking down, I saw my hose were now shredded by
the steel leg shackles that bruised and bloodied my ankles. I
looked out the van's windows and saw people hurrying to
their homes in the frantic pace of Atlanta's five o'clock
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On August 25, 2005 after being held for six months in the
Atlanta City Detention Center, I was sentenced to serve 360
months (30 years) as a first time non-violent offender for the
role I played as a closing attorney in a mortgage fraud
conspiracy. I have never even had a traffic ticket or even
detention in school. Yet I was given the longest sentence for
mortgage fraud in the history of the United States. I was
given the moniker "Queen of Mortgage Fraud" by then U.S.
Attorney David Nahimas, a lofty title for someone who had
only practiced real estate law for a mere two years...
At the age of 37, I began serving my sentence in the Federal
Bureau of Prisons. Nearly ten years later, I make $.12 an hour
as a recreation orderly and pay $25 monthly toward my
restitution. It is estimated that over the course of my sentence,
it will cost the FBOP approximately a million dollars to house
me..
The federal system has no parole or early release
programs. My conviction has been upheld and my only hope
of relief now is executive clemency or a retroactive change in
the white collar sentencing guidelines.
My scheduled release date with credit for good time is April 4,
2031. The little girl that I put to bed on that fateful
Valentine's night will be 31 years old.
In 2015
This s the year of blessings. The year to rectify anything
that you may have broken. It's going to take courage,
determination, concentration and wisdom when it come
to making decisions. 2014' was filled with lots of
unpredictable and unnecessary events that could have
been avoided or corrected. Don't allow 2015' to be a
year filled with malice and destructive behavior. We
have children who need to know that they are loved and
safe out there...we need everyone to play a role to ensure
their safety. There may be people we hurt, relationships
that were damaged and burnt bridges. Don't be afraid to
be the person who wave the white flag...it doesn't have
to be for surrender; but it will serve for peace/tranquility.
Make sure that you develop a relationship with God, the
creator has the ability to have a special connection with
each and every one of us. Take full advantage of his
love and share that love with others.
Eternal Love!
Walter Tut Johnson
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EYES OF A SINNER
ENTRY NO. 8
Indignation is fermenting inside his brain,
a cocktail of gun powder and cocaines courses through his viens,
Seven years ago he saw his older brother lay slain,
immolated by a gang from who's membership he refrained,
Retribution is what he comes to claim, with a gun he rapidly releases his pain,
his tate of impairment has manipulated his aim,
He shoots hazardly into the crowd believing they all are the same,
He recklessly kiss an innocent man,
A father wlaking his son home from a physicians exam
He sees fervor for revenge in the eyes of the boy as he runs toward the train, a
destructive attribute he once gained.
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INSIDE/OUT
A column dedicated to Prison Relationships
Dear I/O,
I have been locked down for 12 years and have been in a relationship with the mother of my daughter for most of that
period. Over the course of our relationship there have of course been challenges. However, it seems that our relationship
has begun to fray at the edges. The bickering has been incessant and now we are hardly speaking. What can I do to try and
keep our relationship together and why is it so difficult to maintain a relationship when one of the parties is incarcerated?
Signed,
Frustrated
My brother Frustrated,
Having been incarcerated myself for now 27 years, I know the
strain that maintaining a healthy requires and trust when I tell you
that the strain exist on both sides of the razor wire. What often
invites angst and tension to seep inside an otherwise intact
relationship is that we, those of us that live this side of the razor
wire, live in a parallel universe of sorts. Even time, which is a
relative matter, differs contextually for us as opposed to those that
live in the outside world.
Example: You tell baby or even a dear friend, that you need
money on your books, as you want to make commissary. They
assure you that they've got you. However, four days later, nothing
has touched. You are as livid as you are broke. Their response
when you finally talk, the response seems to you almost cavalier: "
I figured I would get you in a few days or it just slip pass me."
And here's the rub homie, it probably did, as 1 day or 3 days later
is no big deal in a world that moves at warp speed. However, on
this side of the razor wire it might make the difference between
falling out with a friend who fronted you for a few dollars and is
looking for it back or paying for a haircut with you barber.
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We all see things through the prism of our life experiences. For
you it is difficult to see past your day-to-day experiences, for
her it is hard to fully appreciate the ongoing gravity of life in a
prison environment. However, and conversely, it is equally
hard for you to appreciate the everyday challenges and stress
triggers that life daily throws her way: the kids, the job, the
struggle to merely make it and my brother the anger that is
present no doubt far more than you realize, that your not there
to help her navigate this storm tossed sea.
Both of you have very real, highly individual concerns and
often these concerns will blind you to seeing the angst the
stress that your significant other lives with, endures. Self
absorbed, neither you nor she ask in an engaging manner,
"baby, how's your day been," and allow the other person the
liberty of venting, of letting it all out and in her case perhaps,
in tears.
If there is any one thing that can help to sustain a relationship,
it is listening to one another in sincerity. Not waiting to hop in
with a response, but listening with sober reflection and genuine
concern and homie, learn to listen and hear, even in her silence.
For if you cannot understand her silence, how can you hope to
understand her words.
Touch back, open up and temper down the testosterone.
One love.
Inside
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By Jmeal Collins
many issues that we face in
every city across the globe: the education
and socialization of what some people may
call the American Urban Underclass. I have
spared no efforts to achieve the goal of social
upward mobility, starting with self first, by
enrolling in college; creating and re-vamping
THE VICTIM IMPACT PROGRAM,
ALONG WITH THE SUPPORT AND
TIRELESS EFFORTS OF OTHERS here at
Otisville; CERTIFICATION IN CONFLICT
RESOLUTION; BEING A MENTOR /
INSTRUCTOR FOR OTHER INMATES;
MENTORING THE YOUTH THROUGH
THE MAIL AND IN THE PROCESS OF
WORKING IN CONJUNCTION WITH
other organizations to mentor youths across
the globe.
As I have become older and more seasoned
its truly DISHEARTENING TO SEE AND
HEAR THAT SO MANY YOUNG MEN'S
FOCUS IS ON THE CONCEPT THAT
GETTING ARRESTED AND SPENDING
TIME IN PRISON IS CONSIDERED-AS A
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Lots of people move in and out of poverty over the course of their lives.
And it doesnt take much for people at the edge to lose their footing.
By Douglas Quenqua
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POST-RACIAL AMERICA:
Not long after president Obama' first term election to the highest office of the land, and as this country's first African
American president, pundits, politicians, clergy and store clerks, were all heard to exclaim that America had entered
into a post racial era. The basis for this assessment was evidenced by president Obama's shattering across the board
defeat of his Republican rival John McCain.
To the tune of " No more excuses ' many of us uniformly embraced the belief that race in a America no longer
mattered. Why does that view now seem fanciful and naive? Less than seven full years from that historic event of
President Obama's swearing in as this country 44th president, race sits at the very forefront, indeed the epic center, of
discussions being held across this country.
From sub-prime red lining; stop and frisk; 100 -1 crack cocaine to cocaine ratio; the murder of unarmed people of
color, more often than not by white police officers, and culminating in the massacre of nine innocent African American
men and woman, the repugnant odor or racism seeps from every pore and strata of our country. AL thought racism
and bigotry is far from a new phenomenon in our country, modern technology has brought it into our homes with an
immediacy not seen since the snarling dogs of Mississippi and the rabid mobs of Boston Massachusetts.
Body camera, camera equipped cell phones and the proliferation of surveillance cameras throughout most of our cities
has forced us once again to face the Hydra headed beast of undistinguished and unfiltered racial bigotry and animus.
One would have thought that the type of blatant racism we are witnessing today had been buried in the dustbins of
history. That the new foe, the new challenge, would be systemic racism, i.e. unequal enforcement of the law, racial
preferencing and hiring practices. That the bad old days when Black lives clearly did not matter was a thing of the
past. However, recent events, falling virtually one
over the other have shown us that the notion of "post
racial America " was worse than fanciful.
Who would have thought that in 2015 an event would
occur, specifically targeting African Americans that
would match the ferocity and inhumanity of the
Birmingham church bombing of nearly 50 years ago,
which took the lives of four black children? Who
would have imagined that is " post racial America "
Black churches throughout the south would once
again be being burnt to the ground? The names and
circumstances under which these unspeakable acts
have occurred have changed, but the end results have
remained unfortunately the same.
The collective and communal grief that encased our
hearts wit the murder of Medgar Edgars and the
murder and torture of Emmet Till, once again brings
tears to our eyes and pain to our collective hearts with
the murder of a shining star, Clemente Pinkney and a
young Black child, Tamir Rice. If, there is a lesson to
be learned for this generation it is that our battle, our
struggle for human, equal and civil rights in this
country is far from over.
One love,
Akbar Pray
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