Excerpt from "Anger Love Rage Peace" Due out May 1st, 2019

“The ones that couldn’t testify. The ones that died and a murderer that got away with rape and murder. You know what I saw when I testified?” Jackie comments.

“What? What did you see?” Veronica asks.

“I saw white men, paying people off, thinking they were going to win against me.” Jackie responds.

“Where?” Veronica queries.

“During my testifying. There were mostly white men involved. They jockeyed for political and egotistical position in life to be the conqueror of the day, the week, the month, the year, the years, the lives they ruined.” Jackie replies.

“Whoa… That’s a lot.” Veronica remarks.

“That’s the honest truth. No one can tell me different.” Jackie sighs responds.

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