I was heard. Not from the mountain top, or from the depths of the valley. No, I was heard loud and clear at the dinning room table. My uncle crossed the line. He was instituting racist thoughts to his 9 year old daughter. I put my foot down. I slowly got up. Spoke my peace, quietly and securly. I then walked out of the house, leaving my family's
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