What Happened To My Father
When ShaRita Alexander drives to class at National-Louis University at 7 AM she often sees her father, Roosevelt Alexander, ambling down the sidewalk. He’s always alone, moving slowly, his eyes focused straight ahead. “Why don’t you come to church with me?” she says, softening her tone. Early in his career, his fellow aldermen told the Review, Roosevelt earned a reputation for “acute self-awareness,” theatrics, and an ability to pose “the devastating question at the appropriate moment....