Sounds like you went on “high school day” they hand out free passes for that day at the high schools in Dallas. I found myself on the Midway between the large crowd of ‘youths’ and a line of mounted police. I managed to squeeze my way out of there. Haven’t been back to the fair since.
Looked like they had resumed the historic practice of having a ‘Colored Day’ (some years referred to as Negro Achievement Day or Negro day - it outdrew Klan day) at the fair, and I hadn’t gotten the memo.
“Sounds like you went on “high school day” they hand out free passes for that day at the high schools in Dallas. I found myself on the Midway between the large crowd of ‘youths’ and a line of mounted police. I managed to squeeze my way out of there. Haven’t been back to the fair since.
Looked like they had resumed the historic practice of having a ‘Colored Day’ (some years referred to as Negro Achievement Day or Negro day - it outdrew Klan day) at the fair, and I hadn’t gotten the memo.”
I didn’t purchase the tickets (I think an uncle did), so I don’t remember what day it was, other than really bad, Not Fun Day. I suppose if I had never been previously, in the good ole days, I wouldn’t have known the difference. Unfortunately, I am glaringly aware of the “changes” that are upon us.
And don’t get me wrong. I’m not racist or anti-black. I’ve had many black friends. It’s just that when you are in the midst of a crowd of mostly blacks that are not acting like the kind of black friends you’ve had (ie civilized), it’s unnerving.
Considering how things have morphed into violence lately (shooting at the State Fair last year)... I was probably a bit premature in my angst.... by about sixteen+ years. Things are way different now.