| Jun 3, 2020 | Editors Picks|HP Subfeatured|Peace / Security|Rights / DemocracyI was naive until I wasn’t. At just 18, the day after I graduated from high school, I drove from Boston to Atlanta to work with the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC). Two weeks later, on June 21, 1964, we got word that three young civil rights...
