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For some reason I was always so delighted to see a black mans face on a stamp. It brought about such a sense of pride that I could never really explain. But I knew that it meant something. To see that Black man's face traveling all over the world, going the places so many other Black men never had the chance to see. I knew that his face would possibly make other white people uncomfortable. But he just kept looking dignified, defiant, traveling on his way to meet his destination. My mother always bought the stamps with the Black men on it. It always made me proud because he dared to look like me.