“Not even your father knows that his little sister, was actually his big boss,” Aunt Rita said with a smile.
“During my junior year in college, I and a few of my classmates befriended the descendants of a black man from Mississippi that was lynched in New Orleans on July 27, 1900.”
“The vivid story they told us about Robert Charles’s death and his extraordinary accolades was intoxicating for all of us. I will never forget that day, and how the story of his bravery made me feel,” my Aunt explained.
“Soon after meeting his family, I was invited into the Robert Charles secret society. They needed nurses and other black professionals to round out their organization and they recruited me heavily. Personally, for me, it wasn’t a hard sell. I eagerly joined and soon found myself holding a life
