We're fighting the same fight, but it seems so...diluted. My opponents are invisible, as is my army. My artillery is made of scholarship, of words, numbers, and history, whereas theirs was physical, involving bodies, marches, and when the occasion called for it, guns. I want the feeling that my militancy is part of something larger.
But I digress.
Kathleen Cleaver of the Black Panter Party answers the ubiquitous question of "why" Black people wear their hair naturally:
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