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You may have the grace

to look up and out

And into your sister's eyes

And into your brother's face,

your country...

and say simply, very simply,

with hope, good morning.

Maya Angelou, On the Pulse of

Morning, which she read

At president Clinton's

inauguration last month.

Come on, Vanessa,

that was too easy.

Ever, did you ever

sit down and wonder,

What freedom's freedom

would bring?

It's so easy to be free.

You start by loving yourself.

Nikki Giovanni,

Walking Down Park.

And Nikki Giovanni

went to Fisk.

Yeah, but what if you could

go to Harvard or Princeton?

Fisk was there for us when

Harvard and Princeton weren't,

And it's also closer to mama.

Your mama's strong. She'll be

just fine without you.

I'm all she's got left.

Beyond reason,

I'm attached to you,

The feeling of your touch,

my grandmother's soft skin,

Seeing in your eyes our unborn,

Smelling mama's kitchen

in your hair, family to be.

That's beautiful. Who wrote it?

Wallace Samson, family to be.

I wrote it for you.

Thank you.

I love you.

I love you, Wallace Samson.

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Fire Matt Harper!

That's him! That's Matt Harper!

Fire Matt Harper!

It actually wasn't

that bad a story.

Yeah, well, I'm not the one

who wrote the headline

And then decided to only use

pictures of black people.

Matt, hightail it down to Amos.

Someone shot the police chief.

On it.

Supposed to have a good

barbecue joint there.

Teddy's barbecue,

the best in town.

"Come on, y'all. "

"The taste of life

is oh, so sweet. "

"They're finding money

in the street. "

"Some folks can live a life

that's charmed. "

"Some folks can

go through hell unharmed. "

"The taste of life

is oh, so sweet"

"But hard luck days

have caught me"

"In a corner full of kill. "

"So why does the road

seem the hardest when uphill?"

"I want a break that I don't

have to make. "

"I want a break that

I don't have to make. "

"I want a break

that I don't have to make. "

"I want a break that

I don't have to make. "

"I want a break

that I don't have to make. "

What are you looking at, huh?

Now, now, now,

it's all right, Emma Jean.

It's all right.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I understand the chief

was your dad.

Have you no decency?

Just doing my job, sir.

Well, I'm just doing mine.

Why don't you boys escort

this vulture out of town?

Are you serious?

I have a right to be here.

So sue me. I'm a judge.

Oh.

Such a shame, Matt.

They've got you all wrong.

Okay, I get the message.

Hey. What?

The wedding planner was today.

Uh, what are you...?

Delana. What?

Delana. Delana, hang on.

Never a good sign

when they take the key.

- Hey, Delana.

- Hey, Walker.

Hey, Matt, you got a...

you got a minute?

Hey, uh, yeah, sure.

This is Trey Hall.

Everett Hall the third,

actually.

Matt Harper the first.

What brings you to The Times?

I live in Amos, Alabama.

I saw you there yesterday.

I have some information you

might be interested in.

Oh, uh, great.

Wow.

So, what do you know about

chief Peringer's murder?

Nothing. I'm here about

a different murder.

Who?

Wallace Sampson,

A 15-Year-Old black kid,

shot in the head.

Where?

By the store,

Right near where chief Peringer

was killed.

- When?

- 19 years ago.

That's what I'm trying

to figure out,

But no one wants to talk.

No, no, no. I mean,

why... why... why now?

I was nine then.

You were probably in diapers.

Why do you care?

Wallace was the son of our

housekeeper, Mary Pell Sampson.

I knew Mary Pell lost a son,

But I didn't know until recently

that he had been murdered.

So, why come to me?

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