My friends,
When Donald Trump was reelected, I thought about my grandmother. My Ma Bette and I used to talk about politics a lot, share our disdain for Trump and laugh at the foolishness together. But then I remembered the world she grew up in. Rural Georgia in the 1940s was certainly an explicit racial hierarchy, sharp lin…
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