"As a young man, my father had been shot by a white
policeman, but never spoke about the incident after leaving Alabama and
moving north. He never even told my mother. He took the story to his grave…
Every household is different but in my childhood home the window to that
painful past was never widely opened.
Our parents felt we needed to know only so much. No time for tears. No yearning for sympathy. You see, you can't keep your eye on the prize if your sight is clouded by tears. How can you soar if you're freighted down by the anger of your ancestors?"
-- Excerpted from the Introduction (pgs. xi-xii)