My understanding of America did not begin in a classroom. It began in Tuskegee, Alabama, a place where the stories of struggle, resilience, faith, and possibility seemed to rise from the red clay. Growing up in Tuskegee meant living in the shadow and the light of people who believed education could liberate, communities could transform themselves, and ordinary people could bend history toward… Source
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