By Laura Smith
In July of 1925, a young doctor named Ossian Sweet bought a house in a middle-class Detroit neighborhood. Sweet had been living with his wife’s family and their toddler daughter in cramped quarters and craved a piece of the American homeownership dream. Instead they found themselves barricaded in their own house, armed with rifles, facing down a brutal mob.
The family should have been an ideal addition to the neighborhood, except for one fact: they were black and the neighborhood was white. Read more >>