Oct 6, 2022
5 min read
Tehran to Birmingham, South by Southwest
A mixed love story
When I’m a little boy home with the flu, my mother treats me with Campbell’s chicken noodle soup; sometimes it’s chicken with rice.
In Birmingham, 1963, when I’m seven years old, a bomb goes off in a downtown Baptist church, killing four. No one I know says much at all, but in the aftermath, most still use the word “nigger.”
