When I was growing up in Port Arthur, Texas – certainly one of the most racially divided cities in America – one of the primary forces for change was the Boy Scouts of America. My father was the pastor of an inner-city Southern Baptist congregation and working with children in the neighborhoods around our church was one of his priorities.
As you can imagine, some of the people in church pews in the late 1960s didn't share his perspectives on that issue. My father did what he could.
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