#TheRootTrip: Don’t Expect to Be Welcome at This Old-School Pool Hall Without a Little Home Training

I know these black men. I’ve known them all of my life. That was my first thought after I’d walked down the darkened hallway, past Stamper’s barbershop in Monroe, La., and into the pool hall where a dozen black men—ranging in age from mid-30s to “he been here forever”—sat around enjoying each other’s presence.

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