The Breadcrumbs of Black History.

The Wicked Orchard by Sidra Owens
6 min readAug 19, 2018
Follow the trail

When I was a child, before I crested into the double digits, I went to an all-black elementary school. You could count the number of white students on one hand and this was well before the influx of Latin immigrants into my home town. You could stand on the vacant dirt field where we used to have recess and see the brick stoops of the nearest housing project, where most of the children lived.

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