
Today when I think about how deeply I was touched by the twin tongues of blackfolk who remembered a time when even our city's libraries were off-limits to them, who remembered a time when black Firestone Tire workers like my grandfather, dependent upon their wages and a pension they had invested decades in, secretly gave donations to the Sanitation Workers' strike in overturned hats passed along the back aisles of Baptist churches, for fear that their foremen's threats and intimidations may prove real . . .