One day my African friend Mogio and I are walking to a sub shop. While walking we hear word of a black movement squad making their presents known by playing hip hop basketball and picketing marching down the street with police following the protesters.
Mogio looks at his black skin and runs to march with the protesters me being Irish white I think of all the oppression blacks have gone through. I think to myself how black history was a sad struggling story that many have fought and died for for over 350 years.
I look forward to see the protesters in the distance fading away from view I said to myself I will fight for my bother and my fellow man to have peace between Americans and migrant rights to be free in a land of opportunity and dreams America.
I ran to catch up to Mogio to show my support and friendship I looked at Mogio with a sandwich and a smile.