Some reality.
1966
I was fired from my job as an Optician and blackballed throughout the city for sitting with some blacks at a lunch counter.
1967
Surveyed a small town as possible site to build a CATV system. Billboard on highway leading into town says "Nigger, don't let the sun set on you here." Signed by the local sheriff.
Late 60s.
My wife was a school teacher, and recent graduate of what is now UNCG but at the time was called Women's College. She was an art teacher and had accepted the position of Art Teacher at one of the all black middle schools in Greensboro, NC. When she arrived at her class she found that her art supplies
for the year consisted of one 50lb block of clay.
At that time, over half the streets south of the tracks in Greensboro were unpaved and most homes down there did not have city water or sewage.
We spent almost every cent she made buying basic supplies like paper and pencils and chalk and crayons and paints and books and pictures for her class. In the evenings I helped repaint the classroom, fix some of the desks, change out light bulbs that had burned out and lamp sockets that didn't work.
When she showed up the next year to get her class ready for the students, she found that many of the supplies had "Been transfered" over the summer.
1974 (IIRC)
One of my draftsmen doesn't show up for work. He calls me. Seems he is in jail for car theft.
He had just gotten a raise and promotion to Senior Draftsman. I was pretty proud of him. He was working with us during the day and going back to college at night to study EE.
His sister worked as a maid for a family that had held a party the night before. When the party ended and all the cleanup finished, she called her brother to come get her in the new (it was about 10 years old but he had bought it from a friend during lunch hour that day) car he had just purchased.
As they drove home they were stopped by the police. Just what was a nigger doing in an upscale white neighborhood at 2 in the morning? He did not have a current registration for the car and so the police arrested him, towed his car to the pound, and left his sister on the curb to fend for herself.
I called a friend (later to be a Congressman and Judge) and explained what had happened. The TOTAL communication was my telling my white lawyer friend that the guy worked for me, had bought the car the day before and that he was a good guy.
Within 15 minutes my draftsman was freed, the police went to the impound yard and brought the car to him, and he was on his way to work.
Within 30 minutes I had a personal call from the Sheriff apologizing for locking up "my boy".
"My Boy" NEVER received an apology from the police and was told he had best stay outta such neighborhoods in the future.
Anyone who claims that racism is based on "From the attitudes, mannerisms, and behaviors of one race, another race starts to notice some sociological patterns that they are averse to..." is quite frankly, clueless.
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