For more than two years, no white Charlestonian had called socially at the gracious, grey stucco home of Federal Judge J. Waties Waring and his Yankee wife. First, the judge's lifelong friends in Charleston's proud and starchy society had cut him cold for divorcing one of their own to marry a twice-divorced woman from Connecticut. Then the rest of white Charleston had drawn itself aloof when he ruled that Negroes were entitled to vote in South Carolina's primary elections (TIME, Aug. 23, 1948). Over the months there were loud whispers that the...
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