Racism isn't born, folks, it's taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list.
“It sounds like something from a Woody Guthrie song, but it's true; I was raised in a freight car.”
Racism isn't born, folks, it's taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list.