Black history only a month?
I remember the conversation as if it were yesterday. I was catching up with my best friend Terry after returning from an extended stay in the tiny south African country of Malawi. I handed him a hand-carved wooden elephant I had purchased just before my flight out of Nairobi the day before and said "Damn it feels good to be back. I kissed the ground when I got off the plane in Washington. I would rather spend the rest of the summer with a group of Black Panthers who hate me than another minute with the Africans."

