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“The men laugh at the witty line, but it is not a belly laugh. Beasley's mouth is in a wide smile, but his eyes do not laugh, for there is little reason for joy. And if eyes are indeed mirrors of the soul, then they reflect an infinite sadness. I look away, afraid of what mine might reflect”

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Mumia Abu-Jamal
Mumia Abu-Jamal

Mumia Abu-Jamal, born Muhammad El-Hassan Abdul-Jamal, is an American journalist and activist. He was convicted of murder but many supporters believe he is innocent. Abu-Jamal continues his journalism work and advocacy for human rights from prison. more

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