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Some of the spit dripped from my daddy’s face onto that white man’s shoes. He told my daddy to clean it. I said, ‘Don’t do it, Daddy. He spit in your face.’” Tommy lowered his head as his tears fell to the ground. “That man called him ‘boy,’ but my daddy called him ‘mister’ as he bent down and cleaned the man’s shoes.” His head lifted, eyes full of the injustice of the world, as he bitterly said, “And I have never looked at my dad the same since.
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