I am certain that each of us has his or her memories of that terrible day in 1968. For me it was the final straw in the struggle to retain my vocation to become a Catholic priest. Suddenly, this cataclysmic event ripped me from the moorings of my grandparents, my youth and my faith, and catapulted me headlong into the abyss that Richard Wright seemed to describe years earlier.


I Am a Man, a Black Man, an American (1998)


I am certain that each of us has his or her memories of that terrible day in 1968. For me it was the final straw in the struggle to retain my...

I am certain that each of us has his or her memories of that terrible day in 1968. For me it was the final straw in the struggle to retain my...

I am certain that each of us has his or her memories of that terrible day in 1968. For me it was the final straw in the struggle to retain my...

I am certain that each of us has his or her memories of that terrible day in 1968. For me it was the final straw in the struggle to retain my...