His name was Anthony Isley King. His clothes were ragged and his face unkept. He smelled of alcohol, but didn’t appear to be intoxicated. His dark black skin blended perfectly with his dark clothes making him almost invisible against the backdrop of night. As he approached, I could feel the weight that seemed to rest upon his shoulders. Something within my spirit moved me to talk to this man. My prejudices were quick to make themselves known and I attempted to […]
