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THE NIGHT I lost a second brother - Written on April 4, 1968, finally made friends with a black man in school. Speak not funny because it's black, but because of a fractured jaw. I do not know how the jaw must be broken. Sometimes, he entered the office where I work, and when it does, turn on the lamp so that its big light shining directly in my face. He wants the lamp to illuminate the entire room is dark and smoky. Then remove your jacket and hold comfortably in a chair and sit and talk politics. Never used to be very interested in politics. When I was twenty years, Kennedy was assassinated in the office and someone said I'm glad the bastard. "I was surprised, because for me it was almost a brother Kennedy - Kennedy was good and that they laugh at jokes about the files in it, laughed at the cartoons. When he is dead, long sighing sound seemed to encompass the entire nation as a sheet, and suddenly there was a cloud hanging just above my right eyebrow, not long ago in suspension, does not, and I called and tried to politics remain neutral, but more difficult later. Charlie yammers constantly on the problem of marijuana. The old idiots running the country now more or less grew up with the idea that marijuana is bad, which leads to debauchery and drugs such as heroin really frightening. The odd thing is that almost everyone I know who uses marijuana is intelligent, friendly, more open and interesting than anyone guzzle beer on Saturday night. Marijuana users do not get a hangover, either. However, the former are so afraid of him, and frankly, it seems to punish those who do not bear the Great Depression, world wars, and all sorts of ills - or that we have nice, bright, clothing, college classes, and such even a car, and good food, we want at any time - the unhappy feelings of regret. We need to be punished for our nature and the relatively carefree life - and therefore, the men come here with sticks, literally. Rounded up to September only twenty hours the other night, getting up from their beds and pushed to jail - the child asleep in the gray before dawn, young men and women lay together in silence the same bed, perhaps private bother anybody - was booked on charges of morality, but the grass was really after geezers - marijuana. They found a little, but most of the children had to be charged with vagrancy. After all, you have a child with something if you drag outside the prison and beat him a little. The fact that children were homeless in their own beds in their rooms paid for, the fact that many jobs and the students did a great impression. The unfortunates who do not have all their materials in the bathroom fast enough if they had it - should go to trial and avoid five years' imprisonment and ten thousand in fines. If you steal a car, if your child was beaten to a bloody pulp, you may deserve such treatment. But now a quiet smoke on the porch? No matter. One day, we came to power. And from my experiences, I understand a little, so the way to Charlie Black Black must feel. I wonder how they can enter and yamma for me. I always wonder if they will come again and again in his almost unintelligible syllables yamma traveled, the knife from him in the form of black powder at the top and bottom of the office, telling stories of the FDA and the IRS and all other powers initialed monolithic invisible triumvirate that rule, but with diving equipment effroyable nose in everything we do all the old time. He talks and I was fascinated to see, thinking half the time speaking to me is a black, for others, a black man or a black, and I'm talking and listening to a black man, and now I can say that I know that black man. But I do not know. We gather here to spy on each other almost. Friendly and we feel ashamed of half-the color of our thoughts, and I know that going into his thinking and mine, because once I was watching my hands, and he said they were beautiful hands, with regret, as if ashamed of their own, so they said - which should have been black hands so I could say that they are really beautiful. - He has spoken only once the case. But sometimes I hear him say: "Black is Beautiful 'on my pen or my dress, laugh and laugh about it, like a fool, really, in its hardness and conmingled shame. While sitting in front of me and moves his head back and forth while I listen and listen and respond, and we have some arguments both roar of silence us and the rest mostly comfortable with each other. We say give us hope that we can be friends someday. Of course, Charlie is my friend. However, the main reason why he received the special examination of its darkness, I did hear what he had to say about curiosity and a father, friend, I'm really-best-of - you are in secret - So! Tell me everything! To build a perfect elegant as you convince yourself that it is the best white world, and at the same time, that all white men are like you, so please do not hate us for trampling that most of his days. And I'm kidding about this? - What do the cops for kids today said that - you just do kicks. - - That 's what they do - say - well - just for fun. - You liberal people fighting for us, and when you're focused, we're going to jump again. - - Remember when I said, half jokingly. If I remember correctly, and remember me, any of us can help others at times. As if one of us was sent to prison. - - Pooh - Charlie said: - I remember you, but you go to jail for some time, there is something you could do about it. And you stay there long enough, you find different, and there is nothing we can do about it, either. - - You mean - I said, if you put in jail - all - said the sanctions, and turn a cub into a weasel. The first thing I do is that the whole world outside the prison and mental hospitals so they can take the murderers and treat them all. - The new president has lied repeatedly - no doubt, other presidents have lied - but not so well if a large number of communications and education. Words are not all rights. They call it a lack of credibility, but the president and his principal men, in short, has lied to us, and therefore it is very difficult for us to trust them. What are the forces of old to trust in blind faith - that our President does not have to be - that was necessary because we can not tell the whole truth, because we have no right to know absolutely everything. And so on. However, time is 1984, Orwell's singing and misery that life enrégimentée closing in on us like a disease that affects the heart, which spreads to the bones and muscles, until the will to live. The manipulation of our lives through the Great Titiriteros: yes covers. It is a horror of lepers, with grotesque forces itself: the war that destroyed the better jobs, better education, better housing, for the murder of our brightest young people into the mud of rice fields for the date smelly ideals and ensure the white and black squaring off against each other at home. They crash together and start burning our cities. This is not exactly how the situation described in the news. News stories of riots, looting and fires, and to provide more for next summer. But all this long winter of our discontent, the burning brand SMOLDEREN. I'm suspicious of our life in the good hands of large companies, schools run by the state in which the children are walking distance from grade to grade as illiterate as a first step. A man lives in a five room flat feet, work hard in domestic work throughout his life, sends her six children to school and watch them grow at all, despised by them and by rich white or black, even the most rich, seems to start to grow and the sad life he has sought throughout to give you a better one. The cycle repeated several times: only the ugly remains flat until it was overthrown by one day and drilling machines, and $ 200 "middle class" apartments are put in place, and moves into an old apartment of three rooms in unrazed one, but even more appalling uncondemned building where he had before. Their children are grown that produce children, and hatred and despair grow with them. Charlie smiled. Behind his smile, it might be after all the mind, not to kill me. I hardly blame him. When the Big earlobed President said - we shall have peace, and I will not run for president - I think - well, you can relax a bit! I can not stop writing letters and carry a picket sign of peace, and I can not do to ruin the days and nights to talk of war, their morale. The next black, but first, let me just relax. Was the smallest, shining beacon of hope, and everyone seemed to relax, as if a tourniquet was finally placed in a mortal wound. Now, just for a while, I'll go to parties and other things I thought. -I am young and want to have fun, too. - Wave in my mind was the threat of black riot again this summer, but only for now, for a few hours walking in the street with my husband - who was the first man who loved, and could have been the only man she loved but by a twist of fate. Tonight, we expect to have fun, but the first film was unnecessary. The second was better, I started to forget all the problems there, all felt that Slipping Away. We laughed. We forgot for a while … I work as a volunteer in a clandestine newspaper, for all that she was afraid, and some of the things that I saw the police doing. The police, my friends, a kind of police took my small car to be launched. It has its own car dented me to grow wings. It was a very handsome man and a very good police officer. But later the same officer saw me in the march for peace with the hippies, and I think it's okay to pull my hair I went. What should I do? If I am arrested and protest, which could have been arrested. You keep walking and I wonder if it is blank after all has its advantages. I was not a white racist, and therefore had no rights white. Martin Luther King, which is non-violence, and the last black man, the militants want, when you burn the song, baby, burn, always listening. He led marches for the year and was in jail for that. Martin Luther King has a very round face, is very negroid, but can quite respectable white command on all fronts, including the dark age. Is planning a March, and there will be demonstrations as an advanced version of President Kennedy for civil rights, once again, the bill before Congress, is high in this green hill where beauty abounds. Jack Kennedy, his body is not far: he forgets many tombs, such as the statue of Lincoln and Washington, the thesis must discuss with you. And that love Martin Luther King's words: this bill is passed, that people can see that non-violent means in the form of a request for peace can be heard, can be better heard, the looting that resulted in destruction Watts, Chicago, Detroit, Birmingham and Selma, and Los Angeles and Houston and Jacksonville. However, there is no path through the use of books, or school, or connections. He embraced me in the dim glow of a yellow light, and said: - Let 's forget politics for a while. - - I sound like a politician - I mean, as we continue on foot. "I know all the words now. - On reflection, I began to smile —– Charlie comes here anyway. My husband has never met Charlie, if I were them, but when I saw Charlie, he spat. He spat at my feet, with the precision of block foaming liquid, a message of hatred and disgust, and said she was surprised, but it is between us and the harassment I am ashamed to say - it's Charlie, honey, and I wanted know. - I could not understand, even when I heard the sirens screaming, and only later, when we got home, I learned that a sniper killed Martin L. Sweet King. —————- ———————– Judyth Vary Baker Martin Luther King died on April 4 1968 due to a murderer of the bullet that was probably not shot by James Earl Ray. The real murderer was never caught a view, decades later, the facts revealed to the family of the King and the jury that exonerated Ray. Most people do not know. And most people do not know that only a week after the assassination of King, 11 April 1968, President Johnson signed the Civil Rights Act extended by the King died, after a week of riots in America.