This brought a tear to my eye. It’s such a bittersweet story.
He is the man in the middle.
William Felton was born on February 12, 1934.
His grandfather was the family’s first generation born free on this continent. The young boy would hear stories of how the Ku Klux Klan went after his grandfather because he tried to raise money among the poor blacks to build a schoolhouse and pay a teacher to educate their children.
The young boy would remember his grandfather’s story, and he would remember the racism he and his family lived with daily.
When he was growing up, he remembers his father was once refused service at a gas station until all the white customers were helped first; when his father tried to leave, the attendant put a shotgun in his face, telling him, “Boy, you’re going to buy your gas from me” and he had to wait.
He remembers when his mother walked outside the house…
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