Greenville is the city where the blacks petitioned a mostly white street with stately old gorgeous homes to be renamed MLK Blvd.
These houses are so beautiful and the street is lined with huge trees that form a canopy over the street just behind ECU. They purposefully chose this street to stick it to the man and thankfully, didn’t get their way.
I was raised in Greenville and when I was 6, the black boys who were bussed in, would rub their pelvises up against us white girls and nothing was done. The anger and hatred I feel directed at me and my color keeps me far away now.
That being said, the chancellor needs to be run out on a rail.
My earliest memory of Greenville from childhood, passing through on the way to the beach, was thinking that it was awfully messy with all that trash blowing around. It wasn’t trash, it was cotton bolls, not that it looked much different from a distance.