Sounds like most of y’all are okay with black folks as long as they don’t act black.
That's an interesting statement. What exactly is "acting black?" I had no idea 'til I enlisted in the Air Force in 1970.
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December, 1970. I'm the one with no T shirt on. So hot down there in Texas in December . . .
During the short duration of basic training I got to know the fella on the left side of the picture. Growing up on the west coast of Wisconsin in the 50s and 60s I'd never had an opportunity to talk with a fella that apparently was "black", and I've forgotten what the correct term at the time was now. And if memory serves correctly he hadn't ever had long talks with a "white" guy. So the two of us were able to have long talks about life in general without this cloud of "racism" hanging over our heads. We apparently didn't know better.
Talked about all kinds of things. And off to tech school with an open mind about the difference between the white guys and the black guys I went. Not too many black fellas in language school for some reason. No changes noted in my attitude towards those who didn't look like me.
Then came my year in SEA, most of it at Korat AB, Thailand. Most all the good feelings I had about fellas that looked different from me quickly evaporated. Seemed like there was a race war going on that I hadn't heard about. No need to go into detail. Those of you who were over there know what I'm talking about. I made a few friends that looked different from me, but for the most part I hung out with fellas that looked and acted more like myself. Safer that way. Ugly time it was.
How do we as a nation of different looking peoples ever join hands and sing kumbaya?
At this point in my life, now 50 years out from my first conversation with a fella that looked different from me, I see no hope. We are a country divided and subdivided into varying degrees of angst.
And I, for the most part, have retreated.
Carry on.