A black child of eight, a girl who lives in southern Alabama, just above Mobile, told me in 1968 that she knew one thing for sure about who was going to be president: he'd be a white man; and as for his policies, 'no matter what he said to be polite, he'd never really stand up for us.' Already she knew herself to be a member of 'us,' as against 'them.'
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