In losing Jesse Jackson, we lost a champion of justice
It seems like everyone in Chicago has a story about the Rev. Jesse Jackson, who died this week at the age of 84. Here's mine. I was a young reporter when I first talked to him, working the weekend and holiday shifts, which meant I often covered some of the bleakest stories in the newspaper. This story was among the bleakest. I had been awoken early that Christmas morning by the sound of the phone ringing. My husband answered groggily, mumbling an "I know who you are," before handing me the phone and going back to sleep. It was my editor at the newspaper calling to tell me about my ...