I’ve only been in one real fight in my life, and that was over 40 years ago when I was in middle school. I remember it clearly. Little did I know that the premise for my self-defense as a somewhat awkward eighth grader would lead to the basis for so many of my philosophical and integrity-based fights years later as a confident adult. As I was walking to class one Wednesday morning after the first period bell rang, this adolescent version of a redneck in training felt compelled to call me the word every Black kid back in the 70’s...

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