That black and white TV, police dogs, night sticks, and fire hoses. 1963. Birmingham scared this child viewer. Now with the remote in my hand, in full-color black dogs pull on leashes held by corporate security. Up the chain of command someone cried havoc at the oil fields. Let loose corporate dogs to draw blood …
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