Castle. Two men. Swords drawn.
OLD CLIFFORD: What seest thou in me York? Why dost thou pause?
YORK: With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
But thou art so fast mine enemy.
OLD CLIFFORD: Nor should thou prowess want praise my esteem,
But that tis shown ignobly and in treason.
The respect they have for each other. It stops them from fighting, and York uses the word ‘love’ on his enemy.
Then York kills Old Clifford. Hey. He’s a Lancaster.
New York City. 2:15pm. Downtown 4 train.
Now I know some of you might have heard about me. I am the black grandma. “Oh, I heard a the black grandma. Yeah, I heard she making a mess, and she running around trains; and she handing out literature.”
You can avoid me now. Or, you can avoid me later. But you cannot avoid my cookies.
There is an evil running this government—did you try and trip me—there is an evil running through this country, and no Continue reading The Black Grandma