I’m on a plane. Read this essay in my absence, I swear it will knock your socks off. It’s the story of a racial tensions in Back of the Yards in Chicago in 1971. When the shit hit the fan, the futures of a white South Side parent and a black teenager got tangled up. Forty years later, they reflect on that summer. Warning: it’s a two-part story and part two hasn’t been published yet; prepare for a cliffhanger.
Perhaps I’ve been underestimating the Chicago Reader all along.
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