The noted writer and educator tells of his boyhood in the West Virginia town of Piedmont, where African Americans were second-class citizens, but family pride ran deep.
You wouldn’t know Piedmont anymore—my Piedmont, I mean—the town in West Virginia where I learned to be a colored boy. The 1950s in Piedmont was a sepia time, or at least that’s the color my memory has given it.
Harry Wills might have been heavyweight champion of the world. But the world wouldn’t let him.
New York was suffering a newspaper strike when the great black former boxer Harry Wills died in December of 1958, and, therefore, not everyone in the city of his residence knew he was gone.
In the spring of 1885, Charles Dudley Warner, Mark Twain’s friend, neighbor, and onetime collaborator from Hartford, Connecticut, visited the International Exposition at New Orleans.