by Billy Roper
This is not addressed to ex-wives or to girlfriends. In fact, it’s not about something that I ever did, but for what I didn’t do.
Back in 2015, our family was living in Everton, Arkansas, when a mixed race couple moved in one house down across the street. At first, I thought it was just the buck and his dirty formerly White skank, which was disturbing enough. They played loud rap music and had a lot of traffic in and out right off the bat. Then, a week or so later, I saw him drive two preteen White girls to the bus stop. That was even worse. Sadly, that was not the depth of the corruption, even yet. Not for Leslie Davis Turner.
Within a month I was startled early one morning to see several County police officers standing around in my front yard. Of course, I…
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