Lewis, A Gentle Man: A Memory of Racism and Privilege

We all remember the first time we had a real job with responsibilities and a boss watching over us. Lewis was my first boss. I was a couple weeks short of my 14th birthday when my neighborhood and school friend, Alan, approached me about the prospect of us going to work for Lewis. It was the first week after my completing eighth grade, the second week of June, and I had nothing to do. I didn’t…