The Band Nerds vs. the Ku Klux Klan
Vidor, Texas, late '80s: Our instruments, their hate
The marching band. Friday night lights illuminated everything. Young turtledoves cuddling beneath their lettermen jackets, the spirited parents cheering for their kids, the principal, politicking with the school boosters, and the forbidden romances amongst the teachers, masquerading as “chaperons” for us unruly teens.
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