"How was your hair then?" I asked.
"Afro"
"And what were you wearing?"
"A daishiki."
"Don't you think that might have affected your sentence?"
"Of course"
"Was it worth a year or two of your life?" I asked.
"That's all of my life," he said, looking at me with a combination of dismay and confusion. "Man, don't you know! That's what it's all about! Am I free to have my style, am I free to have my hair, am I free to have my skin?"
"Of course," I said. "You're right."
- From The Twentieth Century
Howard Zinn
"Afro"
"And what were you wearing?"
"A daishiki."
"Don't you think that might have affected your sentence?"
"Of course"
"Was it worth a year or two of your life?" I asked.
"That's all of my life," he said, looking at me with a combination of dismay and confusion. "Man, don't you know! That's what it's all about! Am I free to have my style, am I free to have my hair, am I free to have my skin?"
"Of course," I said. "You're right."
- From The Twentieth Century
Howard Zinn
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