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	<title>Comments on: The Slave Race</title>
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		<title>By: alistair</title>
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		<description>great story. i have to say that the day i beat richard jackson so bad the teachers were crying was the day my freedom began. i was 8. dear richard had bullied me, for what seemed to a child, as an eternity. he banged my head off a fence and put a hole in in it that i can still feel today. i wanted to take him dowm for months.....until one day he took my concorde pin. the supersonic aeroplane. it was the final straw and so i grabbed him and kept punching until the teachers pulled me off. the underlying premise was that i was concerned about was that he was the big kid. well that day he was the shocked, humiliated kid with a cut lip and two black eyes that he had to wear to school for weeks afterward..........and i was free.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>great story. i have to say that the day i beat richard jackson so bad the teachers were crying was the day my freedom began. i was 8. dear richard had bullied me, for what seemed to a child, as an eternity. he banged my head off a fence and put a hole in in it that i can still feel today. i wanted to take him dowm for months&#8230;..until one day he took my concorde pin. the supersonic aeroplane. it was the final straw and so i grabbed him and kept punching until the teachers pulled me off. the underlying premise was that i was concerned about was that he was the big kid. well that day he was the shocked, humiliated kid with a cut lip and two black eyes that he had to wear to school for weeks afterward&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.and i was free.</p>
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