In The Name Of My Father: Requiem and Renewal

By Phil Rockstroh
In The Name Of My Father: Requiem and Renewal in the Shadow of Wall Street, in the Light of a Georgia Spring

In the Deep South, the dark hue of my father's Native American skin marked him for abuse by belligerent locals. Although he had been deprived of detailed knowledge of his ancestry, his Comanche blood resisted intimidation. His tormentors wounded him deeply, but they also succeeded in opening deep reservoirs of ancestral rage. My father harbored an abiding animus to bullies--a trait he bequeathed to me by blood & circumstance.

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