the world ended in an alley for a thirteen year old Mexican-American boy when a raging white cop pulled his pistol out and shot this child with both hands raised dead but the ears cut off by the police propaganda office manufactured a different story about the horror committed by a white man with a badge. when the boy was chased into the alley he felt it could be his final breath and the world made in the image of the cop would not call it murder. Adam Toledo died once in that alley and we have died more than a thousand times in the last year at the hands of men and women who don't give a shit about Black and Brown lives. mothers are begging for their children, our night sweats leave us drenched and there is no escaping the hell that carves its initials on our dark backs! fuck, the least I can do is never let your white world forget its sin!

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This is a placeholder explanation generated by the low-overhead model. It interprets "the world ended in an alley for a thirteen year old Mexican-American boy when a raging white cop pulled his pistol out and shot this child with both hands raised dead but the ears cut off by the police propaganda office manufactured a different story about the horror committed by a white man with a badge. when the boy was chased into the alley he felt it could be his final breath and the world made in the image of the cop would not call it murder. Adam Toledo died once in that alley and we have died more than a thousand times in the last year at the hands of men and women who don't give a shit about Black and Brown lives. mothers are begging for their children, our night sweats leave us drenched and there is no escaping the hell that carves its initials on our dark backs! fuck, the least I can do is never let your white world forget its sin!" in the context of "Harold J. Recinos, Where the Sidewalks Meet (Wipf & Stock Publishers, 2021)" to mean that wisdom is timeless.