re: Post a story or scene from your memoir on your experience with race in the South

Lee High race riots spring of 1971. Made the national evening news.

Segregated waiting rooms at the doctor's office.

Been going to Lsu football games since I was a kid in the 80s. I brought a black friend to a game 2-3 years back. No sooner had our asses hit the seats when the deputy in our area was asking us to see my friend's ticket. Been to hundreds of games over thirty years, ive NEVER had someone check my ticket at the seat. Was really strange.

We had a maid when I was little. That woman love me like I was her own.so I did some dumb shite with the kid down the street and he got hurt. We are like 5-6 years old
The kids mom comes down to our house and demands that Doris produce me so she can give me a whipping. Doris declined and told her to talk to my parents when they got home. The woman was pissed and cursed her using all the words I wasn’t yet familiar with. She tried to come in and get me and Doris would not allow it. The woman was shocked that a black woman would stop her from doing anything she wanted which lead to a more direct verbal assault on Doris. Doris was a big woman, 6 feet tall. She just took all the woman had to say but stood her ground quietly.
There was some neighborhood fall out and hard feelings for while. But shite, I was 5 and all I knew was she kept me from getting my arse whipped .
Still, I couldn’t believe in my 5 year old mind that anyone would talk to Doris like that
She was awesome and I believe if she was still alive and I needed help she would come.
Still the best hamburgers I’ve ever had

I was the only "white" kid from grades 4 to 7 at my school, they all straight up evaporated after 3rd grade. The black girls were nice but the black boys bullied me mercilessly and endlessly. I stood up for myself and practically lived in detention, got suspended a couple of times. Really bad times. However my best friend was also black (the nerdy kid who liked video games) and he was also bullied endlessly. He moved to fl but we still keep in touch. Great guy who has done well for himself.


In short anyone who says only xxx race can be racist are disingenuous fricks who need to be drawn and quartered.

I went to a DOD's school as a kinder gardener on Clark Air Force Base the Philippines. There was a little black girl that shared her cookies with me. Her name was Belinda. Those cookies to this day are called Belinda cookies in my house hold.



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Post a story or scene from your memoir on your experience with race in the South

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I have none but lets talk about the NE like BOSTON and we have some stories but not in the south.

When I'd go fishing with my grandpa - there was a n*@# bayou, n**@# lake, n*#$ lagoon, etc. I must say I never once heard my grandpa say the word which was rare for his generation. I think the names might have even been printed on the map but I can't be sure about that. My brother and I were talking about this not long ago, the origins of those names. Probably someone saw a black dude fishing or crabbing in that area, hence the name.

I grew up in a town that had only white people. I knew my fair share of racists. My parents did not raise me to be that way. Growing up, I was bullied pretty badly. I hated middle school. Pretty sure I developed depression.

When I got to high school, I made new friends who happened to be black. We played football together. Great group of guys. One day, one of the assholes that used to treat me so badly actually came up to me and said “Why are you hanging out with these n-word? They aren’t your people, we are.” All I could think to say was “Because these guys don’t treat me like dog shite under your shoe you mother fricker.” That stupid red neck trash walked away, and I don’t think I ever had to hear from him again.

Since I went black, I ain’t been back

For a good 15 years