By Brother B.D.
Junius, 35 AC (June, 2008 CE)
The cowardly type who in the company of his friends, who with a wink and a nod passes around a Negro joke during a quiet game of Wednesday night poker. The weakling, who can only muster the courage to draw the racial line at his daughter’s bedroom door.
The very same mother or father who merely shakes his head when little Johnny or little Janie pops in the latest Negro (c)rap CD. Who looks the other way when that young white boy or young white girl hangs out with the ‘good’ …
