Then he died in our alley.

Sue Blanshan,
Okemos, MI.

My family lived in segregated Georgia when I was young. A playmates mother called the police to report a black man smelling her clean laundry on the back yard clothes line. The police came and chased him three blocks and shot him by our house in the alley. He died there. When I got home from third grade I saw the blood stains on the ground and was told what had happened. I knew he should not have died for something like that.


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