This is just to say, that in 1968, in Memphis, Tenn., I was beaten up by 7 cops while trying to peacefully see Dr. King. One was a black man who beat me the most viciously. As a 14 yr. old boy, that image still haunts me. I must say, that he was trying to impress his white peers that he too could hurt blacks without remorse. He wanted to say, work as a black cop is hard to find and i know u only let me in reluctantly, but i will prove that i too hate blacks. As he beat me, I looked into his eyes and asked him, If his mother knew what he did for a living. Did your mother raise you to hate your black brothers. did your mother raise you to hurt black children.
But each swing got harder with each question. I guess If i was to be killed at the hands of cops, i knew it was only the black cop who would have nightmares forever and ever
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