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  #1 tonercartridge on 01 Mar 18

   

  grew up with so much love, that I rarely saw color. A painfully privileged thing to say, given that I am the granddaughter of a "domestic" and the daughter of a man who grew up in the segregated south. I treasure the fact, that I am the first person in my family to graduate from college.
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  My professional journey has led me to cover politics. Phone calls with my father from rallies in Iowa always started with, "How many of 'us' are there?"
  
  By the end of that election, this nation elected its first black president.
  
  My father finally stopped counting, but I understand why he did. In the 50's, he attended Sterling High, the first public black high school in Greenville, South Carolina. A brick building, built by Reverend D. M. Minus, the son of a slave. The name "Sterling" is a nod to Mrs. E.R. Sterling, a white woman who paid for Minus' education. Minus once said, "It will take eternity to tell the good she has accomplished for the uplift and elevation of suffering humanity."
  
  In 1967 a suspicious fire broke out at Sterling and it is no longer standing. Separately, my father is no longer living. But his dreams are. I am enjoying my freedom to document history. And my brother is a Reverend at a church, also a brick building, where everyone is welcome.
  
  I imagine a world as welcoming, this February, and every month after. Eternally."

   

  <div class="cArrow"> </div><div class="cContentInner">grew up with so much love, that I rarely saw color. A painfully privileged thing to say, given that I am the granddaughter of a "domestic" and the daughter of a man who grew up in the segregated south. I treasure the fact, that I am the first person in my family to graduate from college. <br /> Sharp MX-2640N Waste Toner Box <br /> <a href="http://dghd11.com/a/qiwen/596.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://dghd11.com/a/qiwen/596.html</a> <br /> <br /> My professional journey has led me to cover politics. Phone calls with my father from rallies in Iowa always started with, "How many of 'us' are there?" <br /> <br /> By the end of that election, this nation elected its first black president. <br /> <br /> My father finally stopped counting, but I understand why he did. In the 50's, he attended Sterling High, the first public black high school in Greenville, South Carolina. A brick building, built by Reverend D. M. Minus, the son of a slave. The name "Sterling" is a nod to Mrs. E.R. Sterling, a white woman who paid for Minus' education. Minus once said, "It will take eternity to tell the good she has accomplished for the uplift and elevation of suffering humanity." <br /> <br /> In 1967 a suspicious fire broke out at Sterling and it is no longer standing. Separately, my father is no longer living. But his dreams are. I am enjoying my freedom to document history. And my brother is a Reverend at a church, also a brick building, where everyone is welcome. <br /> <br /> I imagine a world as welcoming, this February, and every month after. Eternally."</div>

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