This is a good story for a number of reasons. I am delighted to hear the story about Bobby Seale’s uncle and his restaurant. It reminded me of a story Booker T. Washington tells. There was a black man at Tuskegee who grew 226 bushels of sweet potatoes on an acre of land, in an area where the average production had been but 49 bushels. Washington: "You should have seen the white men coming to see how he did that thing. They forgot all about the color of his skin; they did not have any prejudice against those potatoes....Every white man there was ready to take off his hat to that black man." I guess the white men who thought they were in favor of segregation were less inclined toward it once they tasted the black man’s barbeque!

Isn’t Bobby Seale a murderer? Oh yeah, I forgot that he likes barbecue. I guess that makes it okay.