Austin Stoker

Austin Stoker

  • Born: 1943-10-7
  • Height: 5' 11" (1.8 m)
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    • Edd 2022-03-14 08:01:02

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      In the fall of 1976, the United States published a family history novel "Roots" written by black author Alex Haley. The author claims that after twelve years of textual research, he traces his ancestors over six generations to Quinta Kent, a black man who was taken from the west coast of Africa by...

    • Ross 2022-03-14 08:01:02

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      Quinta Kenta, who saw this film, discarded all the prejudice against black people in white fiction. The fact is that white people enslave black people, but they look down on others everywhere. Do people want to be slaves, don’t they deserve to live on this land and receive the respect they deserve?...

    • Terrence 2022-03-16 09:01:09

      Shen Shiming shouted "Kuntakentai" vigorously and slammed the door open with a pout, with a look of satisfaction on his face, his eyes buried in his face.

    • Gregory 2022-04-24 07:01:25

      In the current complex environment, my own cognition and values ​​are struggling, what I see is not true, and what I think is not necessarily accurate. Evolution and stream of consciousness, and being created equal are also weapons in the hands of rulers. There is still a voice in my head telling me not to be a pseudo-racist like this, so I look for the root cause, and then I have to look at 12 years of slavery and so on. I hope I can find clues, let me be firm, and choose three positions. one.

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    Roots quotes

    • Kunta Kinti: I'm a Mandinka warrior!

      Fiddler: [turns to stable horse] Horse! I hear tell that you ain't a horse at all. I hear tell that you think you a mighty crow! I hear tell that you fly from here 'bouts all the way to Annapolis and back again. Now horse... you look mighty like a horse to me. And you sure SMELLS mighty like a horse. So I'm saying to you, that you... is... a horse! What you think you is don't matter a damn bit.

    • Kunta Kinti: What's snow, Fiddler?

      Fiddler: Never you mind, boy, never you mind. Let's get on back to home. I got enough trouble teaching you the difference between manure and massa. 'Course there ain't all that much difference when you gets right down to it.