My earliest memory is looking up at a circle of black and white faces. I
was seated in the living room of the family home in Edison Township,
N.J., and the group I saw was the local chapter of the NAACP. My
association with the civil rights movement goes back to the age of two.
The year would have been 1953 or 1954, and my parents were left-wing
activists, among the very few white people involved at the time. Their
activism was deep. In 1950, my father drove from New York with a group
of Columbia University students to protest the impending execution of Willie McGee,
a black man convicted and eventually electrocuted for the alleged rape
of a white woman in Mississippi. I followed my parents’ example: in my
senior year of high school I organized and led a student civil rights
demonstration and marched next to Andrew Young. You can look it up.
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