We all have moments in life that make us who we are. Curtis Jones was a black high school junior raised in Griffin, a small Georgia mill town. For him, that moment was when his French teacher was absent. Let’s set the stage. Jones grew up a poor, second-class citizen in the segregated South in a house across the street from the very railroad tracks that separated the community, black from white. His best friend didn’t make it through 8th grade. Others didn’t make it through life at all. Though his hometown was segregated, the schools there were desegregated in 1971, his sophomore year. ForRead More →