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In his skin is the sun that watched kingdoms rise and fall. In his prayers are syllables older than empires. In his gaze is the memory of mothers who kept faith alive with nothing but breath and stubborn love. He carries Torah like a lantern, and the world keeps mistaking the light for something to argue with. A real Israelite Negro.