When the talk burns through your collective soul, and afterward you listen to the thrum in the room of voices warm and touches of new and inspired love, and you notice that this actual moment literally would not exist if you did not exist, because you are the one who made for it to happen, and it strikes you in that deeply poignant moving place, because of the film clip shown where the black man said: my grandfather was unjustly killed at the hands of white men, and all of the things he would have done for the world? Didn't get done.
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