Come. Drink with us. The tea’s hot. Black bystanders raise their glasses in unison with percussive melees, fists strike skin in defense of a Black brotha who was just doing his job. Black bystanders raise their glasses in unison & in the reflections, Harriet cheers on a Black brotha who was just doing his job & John g…
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