[Riverman94610]

Well,my experiences in the South showed me that both groups contain more than their share of troublemakers and agitators.
I recall some nasty incidents on busses in New Orleans where groups of black kids attacked any whites venturing toward the back of the bus.
Then again,my white “brethren”acted rather nastily also back in 1979 in nearby Metarie when they mobbed the dozen or so of us who were picketing a KKK rally and threw garbage at us while calling us”n***** lovers”among the more printable quotes.

[Clemenza]

I’ve always been a racial pessimist. It would be great if everyone were civil, but human nature rears its ugly head all too often.

[topher]

There is an episode of Star Trek in the 1960s that addresses this issue in a manner that might allow it to be shown in schools.

This is Star Trek: Let This Be Your Last Battlefield.

Frank Gorshin was in the episode, so this is another way to look up the episode.

It is about two races of people: each was half black and half white in the color of their face. But it was the opposite between the races -- in other words, they were black on the right side for one race, and black on the left side for the other race. The same was true for the white side of the face -- one had it on the left side, the other had it on the right side.

The point of the episode was to show the futility of racism...

[trumandogz]

When I was a kid in New Orleans my dad told me "The people around here are fifty years behind the times. They live like the rest of America lived back in the 1920's. Be very careful the world is really not like this."

After NOLA I lived in Houston, NYC, LA and Austin and grew to understand what he meant. The racial tension in NOLA was profound. I recall being a a school trip on the school bus crossing the River and being told by the nuns to duck down as we passed the Fisher Projects. The word was that once in a while people in the projects would shoot at busloads of white Catholic Kids.

We lived Uptown on a "White Block" but just down the street was a block of all black families. I made friends with a couple of the kids there and invited them home to play. Some of the neighbors who out family had known for 40 years told my father of my evil deed. Dad told them to go to hell. This was in the late 1970's.

I love New Orleans with all my heart and Katrina impacted me more than the death of a family member. But the best thing my dad ever did was move us out of that town and show us the way the world is supposed to work.