Riot Days of my Life: 3.4.1968 and 4.4.1968

When I was 10 years old, my world as I knew it in Omaha, Nebraska, changed. Two riots and my ‘gentle giant’ Dad cruelly, physically battered by the police within a 30-day period that spring,  shook me wide awake. It was the year I decided that I would become a journalist. To get ready forContinue reading “Riot Days of my Life: 3.4.1968 and 4.4.1968”