The year was 1965, and the world was a very different place. It was the height of the Civil Rights Movement, and North Carolina, where I was attending college, was a deeply segregated state. In this atmosphere of tension and division, a chance meeting in the student lounge would set the course for a friendship that would transcend race, society’s expectations, and even time itself. I met James in the most unexpected of places—an algebra tutoring session. I was struggling with math, and James, a calm and confident student, was…
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