People pound their chests today at those nasty segregationists. But in reality, it was part of most families, certainly mine growing up in Sioux City and spending lots of time on the uncles' farms and at the aunts' picnics around northwest Iowa.
It was different then. We were a country of slaves not long before these people were born. It took time to come to our senses as a country and that started in earnest when I was at Bishop Heelan. Everything should be understood, not accepted, but understood in the context of the times.
You wear Jack Trice's logo with pride. But it wasn't that long ago, guys.
