When I was a lad and my parents drove through the “colored” neighborhoods of D.C., I saw the ragged little black children playing in fire hydrants in their slums. They looked so sad that it broke my youthful heart. I remember thinking that if I “woke” up one morning and was a “colored” person, I would kill myself. Now, I see them in giant Rolls-Royces and see their butts kissed by the entire Democrat Party and it’s great. I want them to be just as happy as they can be by hard work, education, and entrepreneurship.-Ben Stein
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
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