Alison Clement

observations from a novelist who sometimes wants to say something small and see it published immediately

my Afro-American club membership

I was in 5th grade when our schools were integrated. I was in 9thgrade, when the black kids started an Afro-American club at our high school, Garrett High, in Charleston, SC.  The adult sponsor of the club looked like Angela Davis.  My friend Leeann and I went to the first meeting, two little white girls. When the other members  elected us  president and vice president of the club, I looked at Angela Davis’  face and realized that she thought  this was a pretty shitty idea.

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