I was just a month out of high school, still living at home and dreaming about the miracle that I knew was gonna come my way. Pearl was working some shifts at GM, some secretarial work she was proud of for some reason, and both she and Mama were breathing down my neck about getting a job of my own. But during those days of the riot we were all cooped up in the apartment together glued to the news, the same way we had been years earlier when the Freedom Rides were happening.
