The news hit like a held breath finally breaking. A boy from Harlem who became a giant in Congress is gone, and with him, an entire way of leading seems to fade. He carried war wounds, city grit, and his neighbors’ unpaid bills in his memory like a second spine. At ninety-four, his final chapter closes, but the real story bega… Continues…
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