At the colossal Sparrows Point steelworks on the outer shores of Baltimore harbor, founded in 1887, black men long fed the sweltering ovens and furnaces while white men ran the finishing mills that produced gleaming coils of steel, tin, nails, wire and pipe. Three generations of my father's family labored on Sparrows Point and I grew up in a nearby white working class community that owed much of its post-war prosperity to Bethlehem Steel.
Over the past four years, as I've researched a social history of the works, I've wrestled with issues of race-and with my own ambivalence about my white working class roots.
The people that I was raised among were extraordinarily generous, unpretentious and hard-working, and I greatly admire those qualities. But many were also, no getting around it, racist. Not lynching racist, not burning crosses on the lawn racist, not even, in many cases, personally racist.



