The presumptive Democratic nominee for President apparently got up yesterday and thought to himself, “I’m going to tell a black person they aren’t black.”
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The presumptive Democratic nominee for President apparently got up yesterday and thought to himself, “I’m going to tell a black person they aren’t black.”