Post: Nineteen sixty five, Baton Rouge, Louisiana. A place where the air hums with gospel hymns and Sunday morning and hate - filled whispers after dark. A place where black boy's life could be snuffed out over a glance, a word, or simply standing tall. But what if I told you there was a time when black youth didn't ge us march down south, They fought back, and they called themselves the Black hats. Clarence Junior. Wait, so handsome, thoughtful eyes, sharp with curiosity, but carrying a weight bar beyond his years. At nineteen, he is a college honor student, studying pre - law by day, a shoe shine boy by evening, and something else when the sun goes down, something dangerous and brie. At the breakfast table, The Sullivan family gathers. Clarence Sr. A preacher at the church, his wife, Frances, the teacher, the backbone of the household, and Clarence Junior, their only son, Parents, Sr. Sits down his coffee. I see that look in your eye, boy. They look of a young man trying to fight battles. He ain't meant to fight. I hear rumbling young bulls on campus talking reckless about the clan. Clarence tenses. His father knows him, too. Will you and Doctor King have your way, Pops ? But I also believe God's word. The kingdom of heaven suffers violence and the violent. Take it by force. Share, believe, inspire blacks be.

Post:: Nineteen sixty five, Baton Rouge, Louisiana. A place where the air hums with gospel hymns and Sunday morning and hate - filled whispers after dark. A place where black boy's life could be snuffed out over a glance, a word, or… #MattTurner #sixtyBaton #RougeLouisiana #placewhere #gospelhymns