A Dark Road
Tom Matlack gives a very personal account of Civil Rights in a time and place where not much was civil–Mississippi, 1964
One hot summer night in 1964 my twenty-six year old father drove a borrowed car down a dark road in Mississippi. He could hear the chirping of the cicadas, the swish of the tires on the road, and above them all, the thumping of his heart. Dad was driving back across the state, through counties known for violence against local blacks, desperately trying to get home. His borrowed car was leaking oil profusely.
A Dark Road
Tom Matlack gives a very personal account of Civil Rights in a time and place where not much was civil–Mississippi, 1964
One hot summer night in 1964 my twenty-six year old father drove a borrowed car down a dark road in Mississippi. He could hear the chirping of the cicadas, the swish of the tires on the road, and above them all, the thumping of his heart. Dad was driving back across the state, through counties known for violence against local blacks, desperately trying to get home. His borrowed car was leaking oil profusely.
