I talk to my 80 year old grandfather a lot about his experience in the deep south (Mississippi) growing up. He also tells me stories of when he was in the military and the racism there. I get filled with rage every time I hear someone from that era tell me stories. Any time I start feeling myself get comfortable I give my grandparents a call
It keeps the battery in my back to shyt on cacs any chance I get
We have to keep that fire that those generations have. They are dying out now. We gotta carry that torch now more than ever.