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Re: I Actually Remember Rosa Parks

Jan. 23 at 5:55pm | see this comment in context

During my dad's first tour of duty, we were part of an assigned group because most families were there for a short time and this encouraged military families to make friends and adjust.   We socialized with this group: picnics, swimming, etc.    At that time the military was desegregated.  In our group was a black family.  I often wonder now where the kids went to school.  The public school next to the base and the Catholic school in town were both segregated.   Mike is correct about the culture of the south being part of the Catholic school.   The school was in an old southern mansion.  The nuns lived in the house and classrooms were in the old slave quarters. When we moved north to Pittsburgh,  I attended Sacred Heart school.   My parents had to come to a parent teacher meeting because of the revisionist southern history that I was spouting. I had been taught that the Civil War was about states rights, not about slavery.  The sister was completely appalled, and this precipitated a conference.    I still do not trust politicians who use that language.  I always suspect they are using code to justify something.

 

Re: I Actually Remember Rosa Parks

Jan. 23 at 5:28pm | see this comment in context

As Michael's sister I would have something to add.  I was 2 years older and do remember most of what he posted.  I also have vivid memories of fearful situations.  Just riding on a bus sitting in the front which was almost empty and seeing all the blacks crowded in the back of the bus and standing made me feel uncomfortable.   During the bus strike, it was eerie riding through the streets of Montgomery seeing all the blacks walking.  No one had cars, but no one would ride the bus.  We had a "colored maid"  at our home every day taking care of my 94 year old grandfather.  She would walk to work every morning.  I know it was a long walk.  My Dad would drive her home evenings.  However, she would sit in the backseat.  No white man would dare drive through town with a colored woman in the front seat in that toxic atmosphere.   As children it was confusing because kids sat in the back. In this case Mike and I would sit in front with Dad, and the maid would sit in back alone

 

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