While most of the other children in my Grade 1 class were, in all likelihood, filling their daily journals with hearts and Cupids and "Valentimes," I had something else on my mind. My mum had been telling me about a man who was put in jail for little more than being black. She had obviously simplified it for me, but it was clearly on my mind. The result was the following bit of journalism that I am still very proud of today.
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