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I was born and raised in Louisiana during the time of segregation in the American South, before the Civil Rights Act of 1964. There was not a lot of day-to-day communication between the races. Black children and white children did not attend the same schools. But to me as a child, it was just normal life.
When I was about ten years old, my mom was working as a domestic. The white woman she worked for had a daughter my age, Ann. We liked each other, and she asked if I could come play with her and her cousin. The three of us had so much fun playing together.
Healing the wounds of history
with contributions from Rich Allen, Susan Lapointe, Monica Karal, Walt Stockman, Jodie Kennedy
items of interest
with contributions from Ann Geracimos
Conversations about NAVAJO CODE TALKERS
By Warren Bolon Sentinel staff Photographs Supplies By Zonnie Gorman
Listening to the Spirit: stories of history and reconciliation
By Sara Hoagland Hunter
Illustrating the Navajo way
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A step toward reconciliation
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By Beverly Goldsmith Contributing editor
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Food for thought