COMMERCE, Georgia
I grew up hearing my father’s reminders to be aware of my surroundings. But it was too dark to heed that advice by the time I reached my destination in rural Georgia, the starting point of an exploration of where my family’s history dovetails with efforts to reckon with some of the bleakest moments of America’s past.
If not for the mechanically calm voice of the navigation app I’d used to get from the airport, I might have missed the roadside marker near Moore’s Ford Bridge. It commemorates the 1946 lynching by a white mob of two Black couples: […]
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