I am not my father but I am my fathers son. God only made one of him. To say the least, the man can certainly turn a phrase. The vision and clarity he gave us, dearly purchased over lifetime of street level advocacy, will be missed. What I do have is his unwavering commitment to keep this blog and what he built alive and to advocate the founding intent of the III Percent. I may fail some of you along the way. I deeply apologize if I do. I would ask that you give me some time to grow into these very big shoes that I need to fill.
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