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A review by axmed
Charcoal Joe by Walter Mosley
4.0
I was looking at the slender, four-eyed murder suspect, trying not to let my anger get the better of me. I wanted to ask if what they taught him in college was to hate himself or did he just get that way on his own?
Fearless came back with my water glass and the anger seeped away.
[...]
I never liked talking to cops I didn’t know; I didn’t like talking to most cops I was acquainted with. It was the duty of the police to keep men like me down and out, so scared that we were liable to make a slip, then to clap us in chains and lock us away from love, laughter, and light.
Fearless came back with my water glass and the anger seeped away.
[...]
I never liked talking to cops I didn’t know; I didn’t like talking to most cops I was acquainted with. It was the duty of the police to keep men like me down and out, so scared that we were liable to make a slip, then to clap us in chains and lock us away from love, laughter, and light.