![]() ![]() ![]() I was young and I was Black and I was shopping someplace somebody thought I shouldn’t have been. I didn’t know what the decades ahead would look like, what I’d go through to get where I am today-owner of an award-winning Atlanta soul food restaurant. I didn’t have any awards under my belt or recognition to my name. “You can go.”īack then I wasn’t a chef yet. I remember that when we got there, they went through my bag and saw right away that I hadn’t stolen anything. I remember the long drive to the station. I remember coming to as he was dragging me across the ground and throwing me into the back of his police car. He hit me over the head with a billy club and knocked me unconscious. ![]() Within minutes a policeman was approaching me. What I do remember is being accused of stealing something. It was a day like any other I don’t even remember what store it was. I was in my early 20s the day I went shopping at a store in Independence, Missouri. ![]()
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