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Does it make sense to worry about someone you’ve never met? Someone to whom you have no social or familial connection? Someone who’s already dead?
I’ve been pondering those questions since I learned about a girl named Doris Abravaya, who attended the Manhattan Trade School for Girls in the early 1930s. Many decades later, I found her report card, along with several hundred other student records. (For the full story on how I found the cards, look here.) Of all the report cards in my collection, Doris’ was by far the most troubling…