Giving Josephine Baker a Hero’s Grave Won’t Bury the Truth… About France’s republican racism. By Gary Younge Younge-Josephine_Baker-ftr_img Dancer, spy, activist: In France, Baker found acceptance, fame, love—and a country for which she was prepared to risk her life. (Michael Ochs Archives / Getty Images; insets: (top) Hulton Archive / Getty Images, (bottom) poster by Zig, photo by Swim Ink 2, LLC / Corbis via Getty Images) As a student in Paris in the fall of 1990, my lodgings were the envy of my peers—even if the means by which I came about them were not. While fellow language students from my university in Edinburgh were stuck in soulless suburbs, I was ensconced in Rue des Fossés Saint-Jacques, a short walk from the Jardin du Luxembourg and around the corner from the Panthéon. I had been lucky to find anywhere at all. Flat hunting in Paris is tough for anyone; being Black made it considerably tougher. People would ask about your “origins” when you called. If they didn’t, you’d t...