I didn’t grow up in the ghetto or a trailer park or a particularly tough neighborhood. At the time that I lived there, my hometown was considered one of the better “bedroom communities” in the metropolitan area: an increasingly common landing field for white flight evacuees and – thanks to a small Baptist college in the center of town – an epicenter for white, middle-class Christian conservative education.
My own family moved there when I was in second grade, relocating from a neighborhood that today is well-know for crime, violence and drugs. While my own childhood was less than ideal for a great many reasons, it’s fair to say that I probably had it good compared to the challenges faced by the boys and girls who weren’t able to pick up and move across town. Not that they would have found it as easy even if they had the means to do so.… Read the rest