Ahhh.... That's cool Jeff, thread wasn't making sense as I really didn't see anything racist having been said. Wasn't thinking about the power to delete the ugly.
Originally Posted By: tnshootistI remember white only restrooms,water fountains lunch rooms and such.As a boy I thought then it was odd that white men would eat in a diner with black cooks but would not eat at a table in the same room.I walked down the street and tried to start a conversation with an old black man that was sharpening knives on the sidewalk in his little stand and he said he was not supposed to be talking to me.I said why?I liked to trade knives as a little boy,my Grandpa started me doing that at the stock pen in the early 60s.He said it was cause I was a white boy.Hurt my feelings,I did not understand that for a while.Some awful things happened in the next few years after that.Some good came out of it though.I did not know then that there was any difference in us because of skin,I was not taught that there was.Its only in the last few years that I have begun to question things.All men had my full support till I became discriminated against because was white.I was one of the ones that thought separate but equal was BS and in a small way helped in the demise of that way of life.Now the pendulum has swung to far.The black men and women that really knew what wrong was are gone in the most part.These young loud mouths don't know what they are talking about.They are about to undo a lifetime of work of both Black and White Grandfathers and Fathers.
You make an excellent point there shootist. When I was but a wee lad, my grandpa ran a little feedstore in Jacksonville, FL. He had an old black guy that worked for him, and his wife would stop by the store every day and bring him lunch. Black guy ran the shoe repair store next door with one of those old machines that used to shake the whole building when fired up, to polish and buff shoes. Those folks were family, Andrew, RosaLee, and Prince were some of the coolest old folks I ever did know. They always had time for Henry's grand younguns, and they'd sit there and visit with you like you was somebody. I used to spend hours watching Prince fix shoes, and he'd carry on a conversation with a youngun like he'd known you all his life, while he polished those shoes up. I don't know how many hours I spent watching him fix shoes and talking his ear off, but he was always tolerant of me and laughed about me visiting everytime Grandpa came to retrieve me, almost like he had really enjoyed the company. I had a real tough time understanding the race wars as a kid, because those old black folk were so much a part of my life in my younger years.
