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Dear Brother;
You would never know the pain I went through, as I saw our mother torn from us, and watched you, then a little baby, cry and try to get your Mama back. I watched as you were beaten and bullied growing up, just I was. I never expressed my fear that you, too, may be taken away from me, but now I shall do just that. I watched over you, slipping my meager food rations under the table to you when you were young, and taking the blame for your mistakes, in hopes that your back may never meet the brutal force of the whip. I pleaded with the locals and did things that I am not proud of to ensure you had enough food to continue living. Never in my life have I had to fight for something so hard, than I did to keep you alive. No, 80 years later, I look at you, and lean and strong man, and feel only pride. Pride and happiness, that you may never again have to experience what I had to as a young African American child.
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