Trade
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I grew up in Pinellas County Florida in the 1950's and 60's. Everything was segregated back then. Separate schools, separate neighborhoods, separate drinking fountains, separate rest rooms separate everything. And the separate stuff for the black people was way inferior to that of the whites. The black schools were run down dumps. The black drinking fountains had warm water. The gas stations would usually have three rest rooms. Men, Women, and Colored. We white people had access to the beautiful white sand Gulf beaches. The only black beach was this shitty one on Tampa bay that had a mud bottom and stunk to high heaven at low tide. I could go on and on, but basically it sucked to be black in Pinellas County back then. Looking back on it, I don't know how black people got through that. I figure that if I had been born black instead of white I would be either dead or in prison now. Most likely dead.
The first time I ever went to school with a black person was in junior college. And then it was like one or of white out of a couple of thousand. A lot of my friends growing up were racists. They weren't rabid dog racists but they were racist none the less. And I was pretty much a self centered asshole who went along to get along. To try to fit in with them I had a confederate flag license plate on the front of my car. We used the word ****** all the time. If you were in the mood to be nice you used "colored people". I wasn't Klu Klux Klan racist so I rationalized that to mean I was one of the good white people. I looked down on the "Crackers" too, but I accepted and was comfortable with the institutionalized racism that prevailed. So I stop trying to sugar coat it and own up to having been racist myself.
I'd like to think I've outgrown that shit now, but I'm not perfect. I always lock my car wherever I park, but if I am in a black neighborhood I am more deliberate about it. And I get pretty pissed if I get stuck at a traffic light next to a black guy that is playing loud rap music. In my mind I try to call him an asshole but sometimes the word ****** slips into my consciousness.
The first time I ever went to school with a black person was in junior college. And then it was like one or of white out of a couple of thousand. A lot of my friends growing up were racists. They weren't rabid dog racists but they were racist none the less. And I was pretty much a self centered asshole who went along to get along. To try to fit in with them I had a confederate flag license plate on the front of my car. We used the word ****** all the time. If you were in the mood to be nice you used "colored people". I wasn't Klu Klux Klan racist so I rationalized that to mean I was one of the good white people. I looked down on the "Crackers" too, but I accepted and was comfortable with the institutionalized racism that prevailed. So I stop trying to sugar coat it and own up to having been racist myself.
I'd like to think I've outgrown that shit now, but I'm not perfect. I always lock my car wherever I park, but if I am in a black neighborhood I am more deliberate about it. And I get pretty pissed if I get stuck at a traffic light next to a black guy that is playing loud rap music. In my mind I try to call him an asshole but sometimes the word ****** slips into my consciousness.