As civil unrest continues to tear apart my hometown of St. Louis, Missouri in the aftermath of last Saturday’s shooting of unarmed black teenager Michael Brown by a white police officer, I ran across a story I wrote, but never published, in 1996 back before personal blogs were around for just these kind of closely-held thoughts.
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Back in the mid-1990s the country was in the throes of the Rodney King and O.J. Simpson verdicts while trying to digest the meaning and value of the Million Man March. In the ensuing years many other challenges and difficulties, both domestic and international, have arisen. But through it all, and here again with the suddenness of a piercing bullet, the issue of race has erupted to remind us how it remains the central hurdle in America’s path toward the fulfillment of her founding charter.