Okay, real talk, I do imagine myself as pot-stirrer. Chalk it up to the fact that my father is a light-skinned revolutionary (aka The Blackest Man on The Planet). But I usually find that most of my tirades/manifestos/shit-talking diatribes about race/economics/class/art/history go unnoticed, or at the very least, seldom inspire a response from 'others'.
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