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Today's story comes from Tony Ludlow.
When Tony was in 8th grade at a school in Fort Smith, Arkansas, he had an english teacher named Cecil Holman.
She was the first black woman he had ever had as a teacher.
In fact, she was the first black woman with whom he'd ever had a conversation.
She left such an impression on him that he still vividly remembers what she looked like.
She was immaculately dressed, and she wore kind of large floral print dresses.
Everything about her said class and dignity.
And she had a particular perfume that she wore that just seemed to fit.
That spring, she began to teach the.
Class about poetry, and I started to tank.
I hated it.
His grades were falling, so misses Holman told him he had to stay after school to get extra help.
And I didn't like misses Holman.