Den her tekst er en tekst om voting rights, hvor man skrive frit om de rettigheder de farvede havde i USA. Et lille rids af teksten = My name is Anthony. I am sixteen years old and I wanted to be a lawyer, but I can’t. Only white people from white schools could get a good education. So I decided to be an activist like my social inheritance. I fight for civil rights with other African-Americans. Sadly, I live in a world with discrimination and white power. We have walked over fifty miles with Martin Luther King from Selma Alabama to Montgomery Alabama. While we were tired and tried to keep our head up, we sang loud and clear “Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on, hold on.
I've never been to heaven, but I think I'm right, you won’t find George Wallace anywhere in sight.
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My name is Anthony. I am sixteen years old and I wanted to be a lawyer, but I can’t. Only white people from white schools could get a good education. So I decided to be an activist like my social inheritance. I fight for civil rights with other African-Americans. Sadly, I live in a world with discrimination and white power. We have walked over fifty miles with Martin Luther King from Selma Alabama to Montgomery Alabama. While we were tired and tried to keep our head up, we sang loud and clear “Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on,
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