historic summer of 1968. in it mr. patterson writes in part for whitney the memory was piercing, girls crowded around the tv in me do, south, black faces shouting or sobbing, newsmen barking updates that changed nothing, whitney imagined the young black boy she was tutoring in roxbury and feared she would never see him again. who could black people bleen in. the book is loss of innocence. do you have trouble selling books? you sell about 8 million books every time one comes out. my children have their needs. i often say alimony and tuition are great inspiration to your art. 1968, though, was such a cataclysmic, compelling year that in my opinion affects us still today as does the war in vietnam affects us still today. give us the root the nature of