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i was a sensitive kid, am a sensitive adult.
rioting never made sense to me. destroying the place where you live - i never understood that rage and recklessness.
learning about the riots of 1968, although i understood the reasons, i could never get my head around the acts. the thought of it filled me with terror.
i am no longer afraid of the rioters.
nothing scares me more than guns except for white men.
i am no longer confused by the burning down of cities.
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