Through the Eyes of Leon Jackson Boone: Being Black in America

As I look back over my life, it was a good ride. I experienced many potholes along the way. I’m not tired yet. The last thing I think about is death. I am not afraid of it. Why should I be? I can’t do anything about it. It’s just a sleep. I can’t move as fast as I once did, but I can still dance. This may be surprising to some; I still have fun with my wife. Someone may ask, “How often?” I will say to them, “Stop hating.” It would be foolish to ignore the bad, the good, and the ugly in my l...