"If Christ walked the streets of Jacksonville," a Jacksonville priest told his congregation, "he would be horrified." Dark rumors ran through the streets of Florida's third largest city last week. The wounds of violent race riots were open and ugly, and there was promise of more trouble to come.
Under its sleek veneer of progress—the tall new buildings, the bustling St. Johns River traffic, the tony seaside country clubs—Jacksonville is more akin in spirit to nearby cracker towns in south Georgia than to cosmopolitan southern Florida, and seems to have reverted to type. Its newest school was named after Civil...
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