When I was 10 years old, I started taking karate classes, held in the evening at the local junior high. I loved it. I was young, flexible, and energetic, but more important, I loved my sensei, Grand Master Mumeet Shareef. A black Muslim in his mid-fifties, he could bench-press a couple of hundred pounds, treated …
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