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From the Hood to the Holler by Charles Booker

 I'm sad today. 

Charles Booker is a wonderful man.

He lost the race for the Kentucky senate to that jerk-off Rand Paul, whose ads painted Charles Booker as an angry, violent black man who had angry, violent supporters. Rand threw a temper tantrum in his ads because some Democrats (inlcuding me) thought it was funny that Rand's own neighbor beat him up. 

A couple of my friends were at the Victory Party the Booker campaign put on at the Muhammed Ali Center in downtown Louisville last night. One friend went live on Facebook and I was able to hear Charles Booker's "concession speech." It touched my heart so deeply. 

Book I haven't read yet: From the Hood to the Holler (A Story of Separate Worlds, Shared Dreams, and the Fight for America's Future) by Charles Booker (2022)

Why I haven't read it yet: I've been a lazy reader lately. I'll get there. 

Should you read it: YES. 

Here's an excerpt from Charles Booker's concession speech. Get your Kleenex ready.

"I need y'all to know: we already won. We already won. I need all the news outlets to take that down. We already won. Our victory is that people have stood up across Kentucky that had given up. People that once thought that their voice didn't matter are now lifting their voices and organizing and running for office. We are the change and that's the win. From the hood to the holler is about regular people standin' and we have taken that stand. That's the victory, Kentucky and we've got more work to do... I ain't never quit."



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