I told my friend, Mabel, they can keep all their labels I don’t drink in coffee houses or wear reclaimed clothes of hemp and tweed, or follow slavishly a fashionable idea espoused by this week’s trendy guru. Instead, I have a mind to think, eyes to see, feet to walk and a voice to tell me what’s right or wrong. So respect for all my fellow beings their daily struggles to make ends meet no matter colour,