COMMENTARY: Our Voices: We Have Walked This Road Before

COMMENTARY: Our Voices: We Have Walked This Road Before

Some roads have a way of remembering your footsteps. I grew up in Plaquemine, Louisiana, in an America where segregation did not bother to hide. Black people knew which doors we could enter, which schools our children could attend, where we could sit, and how carefully we had to carry ourselves when the law had already decided that our freedom mattered less than somebody else’s comfort. Long before I knew the legal language of the First Amendmen…

COMMENTARY: Our Voices: We Have Walked This Road Before – The Windy City Word

Some roads have a way of remembering your footsteps. I grew up in Plaquemine, Louisiana, in an America where segregation did not bother to hide. Black people knew which doors we could enter, which schools our children could attend, where we could sit, and how carefully we had to carry ourselves when the law had already decided that our freedom mattered less than somebody else’s comfort. Long before I knew the legal language of the First Amendmen…