During rehearsals I could feel him looking my way, studying me, but he wouldn’t ever look me in the eye and he wouldn’t talk to me either. I just assumed that was because he hated uppity niggers. [Shrugs] What else was I supposed to think? That was the evidence I’d been given, right? Because at their own concerts, on their own album cover, him and his boys trotted out the literal battle flag of the people who fought tooth and nail to continue subjugating mine, so… Nah, I wasn’t really feeling Beau Bond, and I couldn’t have cared less that he seemed cool on me too. I had other things to get
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