Sometimes it’s hard to form an opinion about Shirley Sherrod. 

At first, she appeared to be a hardened racist, discussing how she withheld some aid from a white farmer.  But on further review, it turns out she was telling a story of reconciliation.  But then, you listen to her words – “I took him to a lawyer of his own kind” – and you wonder again.  But the story keeps shifting.  We now learn that Sherrod’s father was shot to death by a white neighbor back in the mid sixties.  This was reportedly over a disagreement about some cows – but at this point, who knows?  I’ll say this.  If my dad had been shot and possibly murdered and the grand jury refused an indictment – I might be scarred for life, too.   After all this time, I’d be interested to know more about what happened to Shirley’s dad. 

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