[WT Sharpe]

I remember segregation, and the word we used to describe the sections of town where people whose skin color locked them out of decent paying jobs lived in run-down shacks.

I remember going to a minstrel show held in a local high school school and seeing white men in blackface telling jokes. I remember my mother becoming offended over hearing the joke about "Why is the Statue of Liberty unhappy?" "Because she's been holding up her hand for all those years, and no one's let her go to the bathroom yet." She felt it was too naughty to be told at a show where impressionable young people were in attendance.

I remember how when school books became too old and worn to be of any more use to white students, they were given to the "colored" schools to use.