Robert George: My Trayvon Moment
By HHR | March 26th, 2012 | Category: General, Politics | No Comments »
So, about 25 years ago, I was living in Annapolis, capital of Maryland, sitting right on the Chesapeake Bay.
It has a distinction of being one of the early capitals of young America AND a major port for the US slave trade. Yes, down by the docks, there’s even a plaque commemorating Kunta Kinte’s arrival.
Today, Annapolis’ great claim to fame is being home to both the US Naval Academy and St. John’s College, a liberal arts institution of which I am a proud graduate.
At the time of this anecdote, it was either the summer before or after my graduation. I was walking down Prince George Street, which runs up from the docks toward the college, to visit friends living off-campus. My friends lived in the back half of a house — with, alas, a non-functioning doorbell. This particular day, the residents in the front half (the landlord/renting family, as I recall) weren’t home.





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