I consider it a privilege to have lived at such a time that I might witness and participate in far-reaching social change regarding race in America: the 75 years from my birth in the segregated South, through the election of America’s first African American president.
I was born into a black middle class family in High Point, North Carolina and lived in the headmaster’s cottage on a 5-acre campus of an industrial school for blacks, founded by Quakers in 1894. In 1922, it became the black high school. Insulated and protected by my college-educated mother who taught in the school, I was 8 years old before I became cognizant of the restraints and restrictions that were to be placed on me because I was a Negro, as we were then called.
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