In 1968 Detroit rejuvenated its civil rights riots from the previous year. No gasoline could be sold in containers. People in the suburbs where I lived were fearful the riots would spread and we'd be forced to do the low crawl in our own homes. Every siren sent chills. My little son was having night terrors. I took him to the doctor. The…
In 1968 Detroit rejuvenated its civil rights riots from the previous year. No gasoline could be sold in containers. People in the suburbs where I lived were fearful the riots would spread and we'd be forced to do the low crawl in our own homes. Every siren sent chills. My little son was having night terrors. I took him to the doctor. The doctor told me to turn off the television. I did. The night terrors stopped.
In 1968 Detroit rejuvenated its civil rights riots from the previous year. No gasoline could be sold in containers. People in the suburbs where I lived were fearful the riots would spread and we'd be forced to do the low crawl in our own homes. Every siren sent chills. My little son was having night terrors. I took him to the doctor. The doctor told me to turn off the television. I did. The night terrors stopped.