I’m not sure I have an earliest recollection of Maurice Scott. We met in the late eighties, when I was a student at the University of Texas and working mornings at the state capitol. We were both sergeants-at-arms for the House of Representatives, glorified errand-runners really, except that for me,
I hadn’t really thought much about race until he asked me a simple question: “Damn, college boy, are you gonna be white your whole life?”
by John Spong
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