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Travis Jr. High – 7th Grade

February 27, 2020  •  Leave a Comment

I was the minority here.
Panchucos made my life miserable.
Big George was my salvation.
He knew I wasn’t bigot.
Cruel gangs lurked in shadows
threatening to “clean my plow.”
Their strength was in numbers.
Gorilla, George leveled playing field.

 

MEMO: George was poor, Hispanic, honorable and one of my best friends. He save and my life about twice a week for my 3 years at Travis Jr. High. He is a successful prison guard at Huntsville.


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