To the mix of all the stories about Martin Luther King's fight against the injustice of racial segregation, I add the following: Living in Richmond, Virginia ten years ago, I would frequent a soul-food restaurant, Mrs. Johnson's. Inside the front dining room was a heavy wooden half-door. It was not just decor--it was the backdoor where blacks used to get take-out, while the restaurant offered table service to whites only. When Mrs. Johnson, who was black, bought the restaurant, she reinstalled it in the front. I don't know whether the place has survived in another form, but this old description
of its delights rings true.
11:44 AM / August 24, 2011