It was about midnight one night when I was working in the Capitol Building for Congressman Jim Clyburn.
A woman on the custodial staff came into my office. I thought she just needed to do some cleaning, but it turns out she was there for another reason.
She said, “I want to ask you something. Are you from South Carolina?” I said that I was.
She said, “Oh, are you from Orangeburg?” I said that yes, I was from Orangeburg.
She pointed to one of my pictures and asked, “Is that a picture of your mother?” I told her that it was.
She stopped, put her hand over her mouth, and started trembling. She said, “Oh my God, I know your mother. I went to high school with her.” With tears streaming down her face, she hugged me and said, “I would never have thought that Patricia Harrison’s son would be here in the Capitol Building. You give me hope.” |
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