An epiphany

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Today I am writing this column on Martin Luther King Jr. Day. It is a day set aside annually to celebrate the end of rampant racial discrimination in our United States of America. Growing up in Southwestern Nebraska I had no experience with black people. Well, yes, we had the Mickey Stubblefield family living in the community but those black kids went to school, played athletics and did everything else that their white contemporaries were involved in. Mickey came to McCook possibly when the Air Base was active and played with the McCook Cats baseball team along with my brother in law to be Bill Stearns. Mickey stayed and worked at detailing cars for Hormel Chevrolet. He and family were simply part of the community. Rumor was that sometimes along the way he suffered lapses in marital fidelity that caused his wife to take aggressive action attempting to mend his ways. In that Mickey probably had good company in the community.

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