I was sitting in my eighth grade classroom with 20 or so other students, mid-afternoon on May 17, 1954. I don’t recall the subject we were discussing, but the acting principal of my 12-grade school in Monroe, NC, opened the classroom door and stepped into the room. He began to
MoreA longer version of this article originally appeared in Doing Justice, Loving Kindness, and Walking Humbly: The Witness of Some Southern Presbyterian
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