The Water Tastes the Same

By: Herman Cain (Diary)  |  March 24th at 04:00 PM  | 

I grew up during the bleak days of segregation in America. Some of my earliest memories of reading were sounding out the terms “Whites seat from front. Coloreds seat from rear.” while boarding the bus as just a small child in Atlanta, Ga. I can recall vividly the separate entrances, seating and water fountains. In a recent interview, I was asked to describe these circumstances | Read More »