“History - like any person’s story - is messy. It doesn’t fit into neat boxes”
IGHTY-NINE-YEAR-OLD JAMES MEREDITH walks into Bully’s Soul Food Restaurant, a traditional eaterie in Jackson, Mississippi. He is wearing a snappy white suit and cap, and is greeted like a hero. Everyone knows who he is. Black Americans stop him: they want to take a selfie, shake his hand, thank him for what he has done, tell him how his actions
