Janine Anderson: RACINE – Word was out: Something was up at the King Center.
It was early afternoon on Monday, April 29, 1991.
Young men in cocked baseball caps and women with sculpted bangs stood in bunches across the street, on Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Drive and Hamilton Street.
Someone looked up. What's Little Terrance Simpson doing on the roof?
Crouched over the front door, the 11-year-old Simpson saw people looking at him. He raised a finger to his lips. Shhhh.
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