
During the mid-1930s in Akron, Ohio I would walk through shanty town to go from one area of my paper route to another. Most of the residents were African-Americans. The people of shanty town could not afford the newspaper which cost twenty cents a week, including Sunday, or three cents for a single copy and ten cents for Sunday’s. I received one cent for a single sale and six cents for weekly customers. I felt deeply for these people, at the bottom of the culture of The Great Depression. One day there was a ruckus. I diverted my usual route to see what was happening. One of the men was about to accost another man, not a resident, for taking… Read more