priell3
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It was the mid-1950s. Around nine years old and the eldest of five, I, along with my parents, was extremely excited as we oohed and ahed over our new home -- new appliances and everything. Our family moved from a leaky-roof, pot-belly-wood-stove row house in the ghetto of east Baltimore to a brand new government high-rise. Apartment 6B was our new home in the 11-story building of all black residents.
Little did I realize that living in the projects and other life experiences would lead to my becoming a black conservative, a Christian, and a Tea Party activist.
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Little did I realize that living in the projects and other life experiences would lead to my becoming a black conservative, a Christian, and a Tea Party activist.
Read more: Articles: The Making of a Black Conservative
Follow us: @AmericanThinker on Twitter | AmericanThinker on Face