The Hijacking of the Crescent
Dec 07, 2021
3 minutes
By Valerie Fleming Bennett
t was 1969, and I was relaxing aboard the , the train from my home in Atlanta to Auburn Ala., where I was a student at the university. It was after dark that Sunday evening when the conductor came down the aisle. “I’m looking for Valerie Fleming,” he announced. My heart froze. What could he want? I tentatively raised my hand and he came over to my aisle seat and bent down. He
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