Some of My Best Friends Are Negroes
Halfway through the 90s, in a rare fit of altruism, I went through training to become a CASA, a court-appointed special advocate, as which I would try to keep abused and neglected children from slipping between the cracks of the legal and social service systems, or being consigned to unsuitable foster homes. Part of our training, inevitably, was to lear…
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