Chapter 2, Part 11-A Church Memory
Every time Derrick walked into Zion Baptist, a certain memory always came back to him. He was about seven years
Every time Derrick walked into Zion Baptist, a certain memory always came back to him. He was about seven years
Most kids Derrick knew spent their Sundays, if they went to church at all, at one of the neighborhood churches—
It was the kind of summer night in 1968 that made everything feel a little too still. The air over
February wind cut through Minneapolis like a blade. It seemed like it came off the frozen Mississippi and ran straight
By mid-July, the long hot days felt a little different. Not bad—just… heavier. Slower. More meaningful, because the guys all
It was a hot Tuesday afternoon, the kind where the sky looked washed-out blue and the air barely moved. Most
Tasha usually wasn’t the type to talk much about her personal life, even after a few weeks living in South
If you lived on the Southside in the 1960s or the ’70s, you knew one thing for sure: Powderhorn Park
July had settled in hot and heavy. The kind of heat that made the sidewalks shimmer and the trees hang
By late June, South Minneapolis was deep into summer. Long, warm days. Kids running from house to house. Music pouring