Marcus Dupree runs back home to Mississippi
Once upon a time, a dark time in a mean place, a child was born, a black child, born to be a running back, born to be a metaphor. His name was Marcus Dupree. The place was Philadelphia, Miss., and the year was 1964, less than a month before three civil rights workers were murdered there and then buried 15 feet under a dam.
When Marcus Dupree was five, his mother enrolled him in the first grade on the opening day of total integration for the Philadelphia public...
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