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August 1950

Bone-dry From Birth

ONE day at dusk, nearly 44 years ago, Uncle Jones sat on the church steps and told me his troubles. He was the aged Negro janitor; I was nine years old and the son of a Methodist minister in a quiet Georgia Town.

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