My Black History Month reflection is not just about history. It is about memory. It is about inheritance. It is about a man who helped me understand where I come from. Hosea Williams meant more to me than the world could ever measure. As a child and later as a teenager, I worked alongside him with my mother during the holiday seasons and inside his downtown Atlanta office. I can still see it clearly, my mother balancing ledgers, answering phones, organizing the work that kep