This job is a well paid vacation, and this week a history tour.
On Friday I was able to go to the Greenwood District "Black Wall Street" which was burned to the ground in an act of racial terror by a white mob in 1921. The city is still barely able to even acknowledge that it happened. I listened to the recent congressional hearings and the testimony of some of the survivors of this heinous attack more than a hundred years ago. The placks in the sidewalk commemorating the businesses that were destroyed and the outcome after the riot return were too many to take pictures of, hundreds.
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I, along with most middle school age kids, read "Where The Red Fern Grows" growing up. We stopped at Natural Falls State Park, where the story is set, in the northeast corner of Oklahoma as we headed east.
And now, on Monday we are a Norfolk Virginia, a part of this country that was first settled in the 1600s. When the British governor was run out of the city by the American revolutionaries in 1776, he sent a parting cannonball shot in vengeful frustration, Which lodged in the wall of St Paul's Episcopal Church.
Of course, I had to bring my little lions to the Chinese garden, because there's always an homage to shih tzus.
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