i remember separate but equal and the casual use of "nigger" yet tomorrow we just might have elected ourselves an african american president---it is a wonderful change coming over the african american community already, a relaxation, a happy confidence or something---as a queer, i sorta understand how they must be feeling---
update: here's another fifty-something with memories
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11/03/2008 09:47:00 PM
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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