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...began getting death threats and abusive phone calls. One night, while Martin was at a mass rally, I was at home with a friend and our first child, two-month-old Yolanda, when a bomb hit our front porch and exploded," Coretta recalled. Later in the book she wrote, "Martin was now a hero to America's black people. Shortly after the [Montgomery bus boycott], TIME magazine ran a cover story on Martin, calling him 'the scholarly Negro Baptist minister who in little more than a year has risen from nowhere to become one of the nation's remarkable leaders...
...roots in Louisiana go back generations. Growing up in New Orleans, listening to people converse and watching them interact are what formed me. During his retirement, my father Lionel, a former construction worker turned short-order cook and janitor, would sit on his front porch on the corner of South Jefferson Davis Parkway and Baudin Street in the midcity section of New Orleans. There he could watch people leave early for work and children play across the street at Comiskey Playground. He greeted everyone who passed by. "Where ya at?" or "What's going on?" he would...
...rubber boots and a paper face mask last week, cleaning black amoebic splotches of mold off precious family treasures. Inside the small house, her well-made furniture, with its carved arms and curved legs, lay scattered as if some giant Mixmaster had been whirling away. Sitting on her tiny porch, she managed a laugh. "You have to laugh," she said, "but it don't come from the heart." She wants to stay in her neighborhood, even though bodies are still being found there. Across the street, a widower was found dead by his visiting son just last week. Simon...
...were, without a doubt however, warned against this sort of young love. Mother, Oprah, and that same aunt (then with her second husband who owned a yacht in Boca) repeatedly uttered to us during family reunions, Florida vacations, and late-night talks on the summer house porch: “Wait, wait, wait.” Each would explain in initially self-righteous tones and subsequently half-veiled pleas that a woman just doesn’t know herself till she’s 30. They’d raise their voices and stare us down, one hand clutching...
...Midwesterner, but I have enormous respect for the Midwest sensibility. The thing about the Midwest is that it’s a farm culture, and the farmers know that if their crops are destroyed by drought or locust or freezing, they can’t sit on their porch and cry about it. They have to get back on the tractor and plow the field. And it’s that kind of sensibility that I admire, and that’s Evelyn Ryan’s sensibility. Some people call it denial. I call it Midwest...