Here is my Mother standing with my uncle. My Mom is a very classy lady, who dresses as if she is about to walk the runway every time she walks out the door, even if it's just for a short trip to the store. She has raised three daughters and tried earnestly to instill in us a certain dignity, and manner of presenting oneself, especially in public. Well, needless to say, my locks doesn't fit her idea of properly groomed hair. She hasn't come to understand why I want to lock my hair. I hope someday she comes to know the beauty and freedom of our hair in its natural state. I hope she also comes to understand the mental slavery and brainwashing associated with stretching our natural hair into submission. When our minds are set free, we are free indeed.
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