[Ruy Dias de Bivar]

Reminds me of what happened to me back in 1959 at Artesia NM. There was an ice cream and soda shop across the street from the school. One day I decided I wanted a soda so when the bell rang I outran all the kids to get there first and put in my order.
Then I heard it.
“You better hurry up you little M********r! You better hurry or I’ll f*** you to death!”
I turned around and there was the ugliest black girl I had ever seen in my life.
She continued to rage on me as the soda jerk took his sweet time getting my order.
Finally my soda came, I paid and as I was leaving she gave me another blast! “It”s about time you little M**********, I was about ready to f*** you to death RIGHT HERE!”

I was 12 years old. I never went back for another soda. In all my years in the oil camps I never heard anyone talk like that.

[NorthMountain]

what happened to me back in 1959

Wow.

Can't blame that on gangster rap, hip-hop music, political correctness, Fat Albert, $hakedown Je$$e, the '60s, or any of the usual cultural scapegoats. That's just a nasty, evil, violent, bigoted individual who was brought up wrong and trained to do worse.

[Ditter]

In the late 60’s we lived out in the country and my 2 little boys rode the school bus. The black kids lived farther out and they were on the bus when my boys got on. One day they told me that they were harassed by the black kids every day. That was the last day they ever rode the school bus.

[Cen-Tejas]

That was a horrible experience for any 12 year old!

It motivates me to tell you of an opposite experience I had growing up though I was just a little older at 15-16, am now sixtyish.

It was with a poor black man named Thomas and his wife Lucille and their 9 kids. Thomas was a mechanic and outside his house in a poor neighborhood were cars and more cars in various states of repair or dis-repair.

Thomas was big and VERY strong and nobody but nobody messed with him, except Lucille, she never backed down from him even once that I could tell.

Thomas was also BIG in another place......his heart! And, he helped me and my other white buddy keep our cars running all the way through high school and college. When we didn’t have money, Thomas would say “pull it on in here!” But, boy we never failed to pay him either!

When it was supper time we sat down with “9 kids and a wife” and had some of the best food I ever ate in my entire life and I have been all over this world! During those meals there were lots of “yes ma’am’s” and “yes sirs” too, from all of us kids. Years later all 9 kids of his and Lucille’s kids enjoyed various levels of success too.

I could go on and on about “Thomas”.....a great unsung black man.

My only point to you today is you had some bad luck at 12. You could have just as easily met a “Thomas and Lucille” and their 9 outstanding kids.