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OR: THE MYSTIC CORDS OF NELSON ROLIHLAHLA MANDELA'S (Madiba's) SHADOW It was Spring break at Central State University, March, 1968. I was junior at Central, double majoring in English and Philosophy. Wearing blue jeans, sporting a short Afro and a flower-colored shirt which was the hippie style, I went to Louisville, Kentucky for the purpose of courting Joyce Richie and meeting her parents. She was a senior at Central. I drove a borrowed Mustang that barely went down the road. I met … [Read More...]