For my 92-year-old dad and uncle, history seems to be repeating itself
My dad, who is 92, often talks about the racial progress that has occurred during his lifetime. The stories are always uplifting but sometimes come with sobering caveats. “I remember when the first black policeman was hired in Shreveport, in 1954,” said Dad, referring to the city in Louisiana where I was born three years […]
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