When I was in high school, I carried a large folding knife.
The black kids would catch a single white kid in the stairwell and beat the crap out of them. But they knew who was carrying and who wasn’t. They didn’t attack a white kid who was carrying. Fun times.
I lived in Prince George’s County in Maryland when they began forced busing in 1972-73, and it was awkward and unpleasant. It was very strange to me. I had been going to military run schools for the mid Sixties into the early Seventies, and I was unaccustomed to racial strife.
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