“We need a white Jesse Jackson.”
That was my first thought when I confronted racial reality in the late 1980s. After growing up in a nearly all-white New England town, I quickly realized that blacks weren’t like they were portrayed in movies and on TV. The reverse was true as well: white Southerners, in general, were the nicest, most friendly, and most helpful people I had ever met—not the mean, violent monsters Hollywood depicts. (more…)












