His forehead furrowed with the effort of concentration, a massive, middle-aged Negro sat scrunched at a fourth-grader's desk in a Chicago public school. Bent over a ruled notebook, he slowly scrawled one letter, then another. Finally he leaned back and smiled. "Look at that," he beamed at his neighbor. "Look at that."' It was something to see. For the first time in his life, the man had written his name. Joyfully, he wrote it again, and then again.
Climbing Costs. Last week such humble dramas of achievement were taking place at ten schools scattered all over Chicago. In a mass attack...
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