“It was just a normal day” is the beginning of many stories, often sad.
September 11th, 2001.
The day my Uncle Harvey died.
But not this time. This time, this normal day became a revelation.
It was my first day volunteering with Meals on Wheels of Lehigh County, so I was going on an orientation delivery. I helped Bill and Evelyn Hart load their car with the coolers and we started our route. We made small talk and when we started talking about my job as a teacher, Evelyn said in passing that she taught in an underground literacy program in Alabama during the 196o’s. As a teacher, I was fascinated and inspired by her story.
That February, Evelyn spoke at my school’s Black History Night about her experience as this “secret teacher.” One of our students asked if she’d ever contacted her maid and Evelyn said she hadn’t. That made Evelyn think…