The crucible of Ferguson — and a family it changed

FERGUSON, MO — For a while, Stefannie Wheat wished she could turn back the clock to a time before the hot August afternoon when Michael Brown’s body fell limp on Canfield Road.

She grew frustrated and angry that her life was upended by the shooting death of an unarmed young black man at the hands of a white police officer — and by everything that transpired in the aftermath.

The demonstrations, the looting, the violence. The verbal venom hurled at her family and the way matters of race suddenly became front and center.

Wheat faced confrontations with protesters who saw her as another white woman who didn’t understand. Never mind that she has been married to a black man for 18 years and that they adopted a black child.

They took shots at her husband Ken, too — calling him a sellout, a black man siding with the white community…

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