Rising from the Flames of Memory

     “On that first night,” Mother Fletcher recounted, “I went to bed in my family’s home in Greenwood, a com-munity that was rich, not only in terms of wealth, but in culture, community, and heritage. My family had a beautiful home. We had great neighbors, and I had friends to play with. I felt safe and had everything a child could ask for. I had a bright future ahead of me there in Greenwood, a place that could have given me the chance to truly make a good life in this country. But within a few horrible hours, all of that was gone….” […]