I know what it means to be a man who sounds different and have seen your face when my accented words come out from my mouth, heard your classification categories that do not include those who do not look like the white man you use as a standard to measure citizenship and rank and place in the social scale. You cannot lie to me while acting so paternalistic, pretending you love me, believing your praise will be taken as a truism. I have lived with you, worked with you, eaten in restaurants with you, listened to you. I know you.
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