It was an hour or two after I learned that Karen Lewis had died.
Alas, it was a different Karen. One I also love. Just not the legendary Karen Jennings Lewis, who I’ve been mourning.
Randy was right. When she met me, she said—you’re the guy writing all those TIF articles!
On top of it all, she could sniff out bullshit from a mile away.
Man, the powers that be hated her. She was their worst fears come to life—a powerful Black leader who wasn’t afraid to tell it like it is.
I can’t tell you how many north-siders have told me—in this patronizing voice—Ben, I know you like her. But you have to agree that the teachers could have picked a better representative, at least just for the sake of how she looks on TV.
