To comprehend the lives of black people, he had darkened his skin to become black. But Griffin, a novelist of extraordinary empathy rooted in his Catholic faith, had devised a daring experiment. A few white writers had argued for integration. Many black authors had written about the hardship of living in the Jim Crow South. John Howard Griffin had embarked on a journey unlike any other.
“Yeah, I been shining some for a white man-” “Is there something familiar about these shoes?” Rag in hand, the shoeshine man said nothing until the hulking man spoke. He was certain he’d shined these shoes before, and for a man about as tall and broad-shouldered. Late in 1959, on a sidewalk in New Orleans, a shoe-shine man suffered a sense of déjà vu.
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