When I went off to college, Mama was worried that I was too naďve. By the time I finished law school, she was worried for another reason.
“I just don’t understand why you hate white people so much,” she said to me one day. “I pray for you because I didn’t teach you to be like that. What did they ever do to you? I kept you away from them, so you wouldn’t have to deal directly with their mess. So, what do you have to be so angry about? ”
Still innocent and hopeful at 12. (Shaw University, Raleigh, NC 1961)