DC By the Book

Excerpt: Apathy was not like her; once Sharon had been a woman who had cared about politics deeply. Too deeply, perhaps, and this had led her to flee conservative Los Angeles, her parents' Los Angeles, the one with her father's balding B-movie cronies chewing cigars on the back deck and discussing the HUAC hearings. I don't give one goddamn who goes down, they'd said. Communists? Just ask me. They'd spit names up at the sky, toward the fuzzy line of the San Gabriels. That Los Angeles. Sharon had come east to George Washington University, even though Helen said no one smart went to GW, ever, and at the end of her junior year Sharon had found herself sitting at a Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee meeting planning the Freedom Riders' trip from Washington to New Orleans, to register voters and fight Jim Crow in each city along the way.