Golden State Mutual Life Insurance Company

Golden State Mutual Life Insurance Company, the largest black-owned insurance company in the western United States, was founded by William Nickerson, Jr. with the assistance of Norman Oliver Houston and George Allen Beavers, Jr.

Read more about Golden State Mutual Life Insurance Company:  Founding, Early Years, Continued Growth and Expansion, Economic Decline

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