Today is the anniversary of another American's death, too
...when my mother and I go to put white roses on my father's grave, there will be more people than usual there, all of them marking the occasion, too.
And he, too, knew the power of words:
He believed that words can wound, that even in the harsh, muckraking world of politics, it simply isn't right to insult another person...He had no tolerance for racism. He was raised in a home where people were never judged by the color of their skin. He was raised in a home where everyone was considered a child of God, and he carried that belief with him throughout his life.
His daughter tells about A Shared Father.
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