When I was in Jr. High, it was an all-White school, but one year we had a new black student. I played trumpet in the jazz band and one day, I couldn’t find my trumpet. I figured I had misplaced it or something because no one had ever stolen anything from me before. So the teachers locked down the classrooms and they got a master key for the lockers and they opened up all the lockers one by one.
So here’s a test for you. There’s a school with hundreds of White kids, and one, lone black kid. —can you guess whose locker it was in? If you can’t guess it, we will ask Boo-boo, because Yogi’s friend is always right.
I grew up similar. All white and a few ‘injuns’ from the Paiute reservation and that was about it. Someone from the church decided to take in a ‘troubled youth’ from Los Angeles to “get him away from the bad influence.” Within days there was vandalism, thievery, graffiti around town, and he was explosively violent. One day the cops showed up because someone had spray painted the cop car... Same thing happened. Every line up for locker inspection (all 100 of us) and guess which locker had a can of spray paint? Even better, when the cops were interrogating the school he corrected the cop as to what was spray painted and was too stupid to realize he just admitted to doing it without admitting it.
We never saw him again.