Go, now, and read Wright Thompson: I came upon a box containing two small notebooks used by the soldier tasked with guarding James Meredith, the first African-American student at Ole Miss. They were Nifty brand, cost a dime and were filled with descriptions of suspicious characters, of license plate numbers and names. I flipped through the pages … until a familiar name stopped me cold.
My great-uncle, the e-mailer’s brother. Last name: Wright.
Two questions went through my mind:
What is the cost of knowing our past? …
And what is the cost of not?
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