King and I are pushing another birthday. We were born within hours of each other on different days in different decades of the twentieth century--that is, in the big picture, not really that long ago or far apart.
Two things never change. You get older until you don't, and racism is still with us, though it has been codified and cleansed and enjoined with a larger economic injustice that has riven this nation into permanent disaster.
The cudgel, raised to the ready, is still with us, and class differences are maintained now like separate bathroom stalls in a roadside cafe stretching from here to kingdom come.
TS
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