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Dear Jonathan, I write this letter now with great sadness, for I know that you will never read it. You have paid the ultimate sacrifice at the hands of pigs who will never understand our fight, our struggle. You, my brother, are the true revolutionary. I am confined to my cell, merely preaching the ideals of the fight, but you my brother are a true vanguard of the revolution. You fearlessly took freedom by the throat, and held it there, as you showed those pigs what this fight was really about. You will forever rest on the throne with the heroes like Malcom, Huey, and Nat. Heroes of the struggle, men willing to stand up and never back down. In one day, you went from a man-child, to a soldier. You knocked at the door of the slave-holders, but no- one answered, so you blew the door up with your machine gun. Maybe that will wake these damn pigs up. I would be remiss, my comrade, my brother in arms, if I didn’t make a comparison to your heroics with that of our brother Nat Turner. Our slavery is different, but one could
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This note was uploaded on 03/27/2008 for the course AMERICAN S 175 taught by Professor Rigal during the Fall '07 term at University of Iowa.

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