water fountains labeled "white" or "colored"
Segregation was made real for me as a white Northerner when I took a train trip around the US in summer 1947 (I was 24). My return from the West Coast was by way of the Southwest and New Orleans. It was on that leg of the trip that I for the first time saw drinking fountains labeled "colored" and "white." This was not outright cruelty such as lynching or denial of voting rights, all of which I had learned about. It was not silly, as it at first seemed to me. I realized that for segregation to stick it had to intrude into the simplest everyday activity such as taking a drink of water. It was that very banality that brought home what it must be like to be "colored."
I chose not to drink from either fountain.
Mary Sive
Montclair, NJ
[citation: Remembering jim crow: presented by american radio works]
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this really made me understand how segregation was so awful. How they would creep it into everyday life, to make it just that more awful.
-will
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