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red line

by elwas-here

they built homes with brick and stone on the land where my ancestors bled the red that runs through our bones and denied us loans to flourish in these homes and build the wealth that will grant my children’s children better health. this on the very land that my ancestors bled the red that runs through our bones -redlining
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