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    I woke up this morning with this “poem” in my head: I think because I like the food or the music, I understand. I don’t. I think because I have that black friend or black college roommate, I understand. I don’t. I can never fully understand. But I will stand. I will stand with you. And march with you and kneel with you. And I will learn. Feel comfortable talking about it and raising issues and solutions.