It looked as if interracial football had finally reached Crawfordville, Ga. Each morning at 7:30 a squad of husky Negro teen-agers huddled on one side of the road while white-helmeted Georgia state troopers lined up on the other.
The Negroes charged, the cops stopped them with body blocks and flying tackles, and several dozen white rooters cheered themselves hoarse. Then, after 20 minutes or so, everyone went off to work.
The play was repeated each school day last week outside Crawfordville, a dismal cluster of 20 stores and 786 inhabitants that clings doggedly to its one fading claim to fame: it...
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