Savannah was smaller and way more segregated than I’d imagined. In Savannah, locating Black-owned businesses is like finding a needle in a haystack. I can trace the ghosted outline of the Black business community as I drive around the part of MLK near what is now the I-16 flyover. Before moving here, I really didn’t have any idea of the symbolism our partnership would represent in a town that in many ways, has digressed as much as it has progressed since the civil rights movement.
