It was August of 1960 and nine year-old Kyle Dexter couldn t wait for the new school year to begin. It would be a season of adventure long division, cursive writing, ink pens, flutophone lessons, and new friends. As a pastor s kid in Nacogdoches, Texas, Kyle enjoyed a life of privilege and ease. Not half a mile from Kyle s home, Jasmine Washington was not nearly as excited. Life had dealt her a bum hand and had, in the process, fashioned a young girl who was most sensitive to all of life s injustices. For both Kyle and Jasmine, the last months of 1960 would become months of revelation and...