Big Wallaby wrote:The other day, I was in Columbia, SC, where it would seem that the racism has been overcome. Three days prior, I had spent the night in Chattanooga, but wasn't there long enough to see.
I don't think we'll ever overcome racism in this culture, but Chattanooga has done as well as most and better than many.
... it's too bad they didn't keep the original construction with plaques, to show how ugly racism once was, and still is when practiced.
But then, you wouldn't want that in a hotel.
No, but we did have it on the Tennessee Valley Railroad in town. :locomotiv Good story that:
I was working as a Conductor, and part of the spiel as I punched tickets was to tell the history of the car they were riding in. One Sunday afternoon, I entered a car to find it half filled with an extended family -- looked like at least four generations -- all dressed like they had come straight from Church, which they probably had.
That particular car was a "Jim Crow" car. A partial divider down the middle, and two restrooms at each end of the car. It no longer had the "white" and "colored" signs, and we had upholstered the wicker seats in the "colored" end to match the "white" end so it was no longer obvious which end was which, but that was the story the car had to tell.
I'm white, the family was most definitely black, and I wondered if I should tell the usual story to take a pass.
"Aw, nutz!" I said to myself,
"It's history, and that's what I'm here for," and proceded to tell them about the car, it's history, and what it meant that it was now an oddity.
The reaction was fascinating. Their parents were all shushing me, saying,
"We don't need to hear about that, it's all behind us." The youngest generation was all,
"No way! Who'd put up with that BS!" And then the (great) grandparents piped up with,
"You young'uns need to know this so it doesn't happen again. Let me tell you how it was...."
And at that point, I saw that my job was done, and that the dinner conversation that night would surely be instructive for the kids who had never seen a sign saying "colored".
As it turned out, it was all good practice for the day I told Spike Lee to sit in the back; but that's another story.... ;)