Once upon a time I was a rebel. It was not what I chose to call myself; In my mind I was a fighter β A fighter for freedom: A counter-oppressor. Rebels were the others.
I was nourished on a code of justice; a racial attribute taken with my motherβs milk and reinforced by family teachings.
Or preachings. And it did not take too long before my back was turned in self-disgust on what I termed sermonising. (They called me a rebel.)