Hector Acevedo
10.21.08
This is my song
And no one can take it away...
10.7.08
9.17.08
Equality should be blind… unlike justice...
9.11.08
On first appearance Chris looked like he would make for a good security guard, he was big, he was black, he had gold teeth, his eyes told you that he knew something about the streets – in Cambridge, Mokey had him and JG stand at the door of the bar and check everyone coming in, in Miami and Baton Rouge, Curtis sat him at the door, he was the muscle that made sure no one got out of line, in Chicago, he escorted 4 scared teenage girls and hector past the sentries, men and women, twenty and then thirty and then fifty of them, black like him, who guarded the hallways of Robert Taylor Housing Projects with its piss and bags of crack the size of grapefruits, up the steps, past the young men and women who rolled dice while they guarded them, who wanted to know if we were with a church and let us pass when Big Bun told them we were from Mississippi and there to teach kids math.
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