I reach really high to a top shelf in the Lancaster High School library. I grab the light gray, 50-year-old 1967 Rambler yearbook. Then I pull down the ’66 and ’68 books, too. They’re heavy. I carry them to an empty table. Though I look like I’m still in high school, I feel the students staring at me like, “What is this crazy newspaper lady doing now?” I put the books down and start looking through pages in search of black students.