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Sometimes I Think I'm A One-trick Pony Because I'm Not Very Inventive About New Ways Of Telling Stories.

When I Tell People I Was In The St. Justin Martyr Parish, If They Are Native Chicagoans They Know Exactly Where I Was And What That Was Like. The Sunday Before This Particular March, The Archbishop Of Chicago, Cardinal Cody, Had Required All Of His Pastors To Read A Letter In Support Of Open Housing And Economic Justice In Every Parish In The City.

I Wish I Could Remember Where I Put Things. I Spend Half My Life Looking For My Keys. With The Other Half I Look For My Glasses.

This Was A Very Progressive Group Of Clergy Who Foresaw The Race Riots That Were Going To Take Place When Dr. King Started Helping The Local Civil Rights Community Push For Open Housing. They Were Sort Of Hoping Against Hope That We Could Educate Kids In A Way That Could Counter Some Of The Racist Messages They Were Imbibing At Home. I Don't Know Whether We Did Any Good, But It Changed My Life In Every Single Way.

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