But if patriotism demands my docility in the face of my oppression; if love for this country requires my silence in the face of my own death; if an embrace of my “Americanism” enjoins me to become the zombie enemy of a nation hellbent on my demise; if being an American requires my allegiance to whiteness, then I will continue to sit down when the flag rises, and leave my hand down when the song is sung.
I Can’t Sing America
Biko Mandela Gray

This right here man…

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