Writing Boot-istas will recall that last month, I grouched and snarled about our family's struggles to deal with an imbecilic Black History Month assignment for kindergartener Scout.
But an assignment's an assignment, and at some point, you got to stop bitching and start communicating. Right?
After some delicate prep work, we traveled to the Jesse Owens' grave in Chicago and then interviewed Scout at a soul food joint.
Her teacher cried—and we survived.