In memoriam of the Columbia crew

Do not stand there at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on the snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. More

Cedric choice reaffirms no one black leader exists

Anyone still clinging to the hopelessly inaccurate notion that a messianic African-American
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