It was likely five decades ago when I sat at the kitchen table with my father talking about slavery, which I was learning about in school. “Our family always treated our slaves well,” my father declared somewhat defensively. I was shocked and confused. What did this mean? His family likely did what everyone else did back then in Charlotte . . .

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