So we were still fighting a battle. White's only. Signs around town got even bigger. Can't eat here. Can't drink from this fountain. You know, whites only know Nick well, you know. So in came the sit ins, peaceful marches and protests. But we were still spat on, hose down while dogs bit into our refresh. The Emancipation Proclamation was supposed to set us free, but that document proved to be false
Deborah Pardes
@DBPardes · 0:30
Hey, Denise. Just want to shout out here. Thank you for this poem, for your voice, your words and your observation of how the years have passed by and how there's still such a moat between hearts and heads and I actions and equity. And I just appreciate you. Thank you for being here