Or maybe it's because when I was a teenager back in the '50s, my uncle Henry — having denounced the Ku Klux Klan and been bombed for his trouble and had crosses burned in his yard, living under death threat — took his wife and children to Massachusetts for safety and went back to South Carolina to face down the Klan alone.
O quizás es porque cuando era un adolescente, en los años 50, mi tío Henry, habiendo denunciado al Ku Klux Klan — y debido a eso habiendo sido objeto de bombas y cruces quemadas en su patio — viviendo bajo amenaza de muerte, se llevó a su familia a Massachusetts por seguridad y volvió a Carolina del Sur a enfrentarse solo al Klan.