In the trim, arid and isolated atom bomb-making colony of Los Alamos, N.Mex. (pop. 11,000), one man could not get a haircut. Because he could not, neither could anyone else get one in town.
The one man was William G. Stone, a blue-uniformed security inspector, who keeps a watchful eye on miles of barbed fences. Because he is a Negro, the six barbers in the town's only barbershop refused to cut his hair, and walked off the job. They also had to leave town, because no one who is not gainfully employed is allowed housing in Los Alamos.
Stone stood on...
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