A couple years ago I was at an Association of Personal Historians conference. I was one of a handful of men in a room full of mostly white women, and it struck me how few minorities there were in the room. Was the business of capturing legacies for white people only?
I was asked to speak to the Chicago A&M Club for their annual Muster celebration on April 21, 2018. It was an absolute honor. Their membership went above and beyond ensuring Sarah and I enjoyed ourselves and felt comfortable in their city. While we were in town we checked off some tourist boxes. Pizza at Lou Malnati’s. Italian beef and hot dogs at Portillo’s. Millennium Park and “The Bean.” Wind in our faces.
We were two weeks into the month, and while I had already hit my monthly goal there was no option but my termination. I accepted what he said. It’s not like I had another option, but after I hung up I began to question the logic.