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It usually started with headlights lining up at dusk. Engines idling softly. Families in station wagons, teenagers in hand-me-down sedans, young couples with blankets folded in the backseat. The sun would lower behind the trees, and soon enough, the lot was a patchwork of chrome and painted steel — all pointed toward the giant outdoor…
It was August 1955 when Emmett Till, a 14-year-old boy from Chicago, stepped off a train in Mississippi for what was supposed to be a summer visit with family. The South he entered was not the America he knew. It was the Jim Crow South — where segregation was law, and Black lives were disposable…
Sometimes, a video opens a door. A few days ago, Jerry Maune , one of the followers on my history page, tagged me in a comment. It was on a short clip from @firstcastcabin — what seemed to be a wise man, talking calmly beside some quiet water, pointing out a spillway. At first glance,…
There was a certain hum to recess in the 1980s — the squeak of sneakers on cracked pavement, the thud of rubber balls, the whistle of a teacher breaking up a too-rough game of Red Rover. No screens, no supervision within an inch of our lives. Just a patch of concrete, maybe a patch of…