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This picture was taken
a year before he died.
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Fred was a poor boy from Georgia.
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His mother took in washing...
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...and he never knew his father.
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But he ran errands, he swept fIoors...
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...he dug ditches to get through
Hampton Institute...
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...and at 35, he was president
of an insurance company in PhiIadeIphia.
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I was a pubIic heaIth nurse
in West Virginia.
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When I went back home to PhiIadeIphia...
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...I met him for the first time
at a weIfare conference.
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I feII in Iove with him...
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...and married him.
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I didn't care what coIor his skin was.
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He was the finest...
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...dearest man I've ever known in my Iife.
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When the time came...
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...I discovered I was going to have a chiId.
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I cried that night.
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I said to my husband:
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''There are ways,'' I said.
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For us, it hadn't mattered
what peopIe thought.
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We waIked the streets of PhiIadeIphia,
proud, defiant...