I have a memory of accompanying my mother to the grocery store one day when I was a child, as I often did, and her ending up in a confrontation with a white man. Confrontation is not quite the right word, as that implies a mutual interaction, while this was more of a one-sided assault. I don’t remember what happened to lead up to this moment, what my mother might have done to provoke this man’s anger, but he stood looming over both of us in this grocery store and yelled at her. He said, among other things, something like…

Elizabeth Proctor

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