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The greatest enemy of positive social change is cynicism about what can be changed.
The greatest enemy of positive social change is cynicism about what can be changed.
And Native people only got the "right" to our practices again in 1978? After decades of suppression?
The First Amendment never applied to us.
We tried to warn you.
And Native people only got the "right" to our practices again in 1978? After decades of suppression?
The First Amendment never applied to us.
We tried to warn you.
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A new feeling. A green feeling.
The granite spoke of ages in the heat of deep Earth.
The moss sang the taste of sunlight and the softness of salamander bellies.
They named one another. And told those names to no one at all.
A new feeling. A green feeling.
The granite spoke of ages in the heat of deep Earth.
The moss sang the taste of sunlight and the softness of salamander bellies.
They named one another. And told those names to no one at all.
The greatest enemy of positive social change is cynicism about what can be changed.
The greatest enemy of positive social change is cynicism about what can be changed.
This is not a simple budget increase. It is an explosion - making ICE bigger than the FBI, US Bureau of Prisons, DEA,& others combined.
It is setting up to make what’s happening now look like child’s play. And people are disappearing.
This is not a simple budget increase. It is an explosion - making ICE bigger than the FBI, US Bureau of Prisons, DEA,& others combined.
It is setting up to make what’s happening now look like child’s play. And people are disappearing.
I should just let them go but,
I can see you
Just two hunks shining in the sun
You got the windows rolled down and
Radio on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the hunks of summer have gone..."
I should just let them go but,
I can see you
Just two hunks shining in the sun
You got the windows rolled down and
Radio on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the hunks of summer have gone..."