We touched on her childhood years, the development of her brash political philosophies and style, and how, forty-five years ago now, she, an outcast Black girl from Detroit, and Nev, a goofy white English boy, had decided to take a chance on each other. No, these stories weren’t totally new. But even skimming them at surface level, I could see a potential for something deeper. An opportunity to hear anecdotes and revelations I had never read in any of the old interviews with Opal, or even in the relative mountain of press and biography that exists today on Nev.
