ABSTRACT
We were young and hardy, recently out of college. In our search for jobs we stared down Jim Crow, undaunted by the resistance we ran into at every editor’s desk. We were cocky, too, to the bone. But best of all, we were certifiably ready, degrees in hand, as qualified as our white classmates who graduated with us but whose careers were jump-started immediately into totally white newsrooms. No dues paying for those guys.
