Geronimo Pratt Remembers Johnnie Cochran


I woke up this morning at 4 am, wide awake. Something led me out of my bed and out the door of my Shamba home here in Tanzania. I walked outside and looked into the Afrikan sky and wondered what this strange feeling was that had come over me. It wasn’t bad; it was just a feeling that something was amiss. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I walked back inside and went to the computer and right away I saw Johnnie’s face, and I knew it was Johnnie who woke me up.

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