Category Archives: Sixties


If you’d seen him on the street, your mind would see just another Chicago street guy. Wrinkled suit from Good Will, scarred face, do-it-yourself marcelled hair. Stonewall Edwards was not an important man in the accepted sense. I didn’t know  him personally, but as a staffer for the city’s human relations commission,  I saw him  at many marches in the sixties.  If you’d just happened on him, you would not have said there goes a brave man, but he was brave. I think a brave man is one who steps  up when he doesn’t have to, when the danger in stepping up far outweighs the benefit to him. That was Stonewall; that’s Continue reading