Dreams…

The dreams of a people of color that the Justice system would value all life equally are once again deferred. The poetic question of Langston Hughes echoes from Ferguson across the nation; “What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore and then run? … Maybe it sags like a heavy load.” And then in rage explodes!

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