Dressed for Celebration, Trained for Survival
What happened at Morehouse one year ago wasn’t just a silent protest. It was a rehearsal for the second Trump era.
The young men were quiet. All dressed in black. All dressed in maroon. All dressed in borrowed certainty and the kind of dignity that must be protected like glass in a storm.
They sat still.
Not because they didn’t know what to say or do. Not because they hadn’t felt it all, thought it all, cursed it all behind do…
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