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Racism at Eleven o’Clock Sunday Morning

Country and small churches were important to my family – as they were to me – on into manhood. But when I finished my undergraduate work at Ouachita and moved to Houston I found myself withdrawing at least intellectually from that which I was seeing and feeling in my native region. I was well aware of what existed in my home state. My last spanking from my...