Once they were brothers in arms, but that was in another time and another place, back when Julian Bond and John Lewis were in Selma together for the march to Montgomery, back when they drove the rural roads of the South together, registering voters in towns like Waterproof, La., and Belzoni, Miss. Now, though their paths cross almost every day, the two men barely speak. It has been that way since they sat down for lunch last autumn at a Marriott Hotel in Atlanta. "Well, Mr. Senator, what are you going to do?" Lewis asked his friend, the state senator. "Mr....
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