My parents, raised out West, were post-War newlyweds who’d just arrived on the East Coast when they were invited to a day at the beach. They showed up at the wrong one. It was their first experience with the racism of the early-1950s South, and horrified does not begin to describe it. Thank you for this strip.
My parents, raised out West, were post-War newlyweds who’d just arrived on the East Coast when they were invited to a day at the beach. They showed up at the wrong one. It was their first experience with the racism of the early-1950s South, and horrified does not begin to describe it. Thank you for this strip.