As we f-bomb the hell out of the early afternoon graveyard hebetude, I marvel that couched in the rounded vowels of Miriam’s elegant Savannah drawl, profanity somehow comes out sounding musical.
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Miriam Center: ‘I don’t give a damn what people think’
“All my friends thought I was crazy,” she says on East Park Avenue, where she pushed both her career and babies in strollers. “Those were the happiest years of my life.”
Desegregation at 50
Those first brave iconoclasts who crossed the color line were less welcomed than quietly ignored, and those who weren’t thrilled about their presence didn’t feel the need to stir up the kind of drama that warranted a LIFE magazine cover.
