ABSTRACT
I was born in 1963 and raised in the segregated South. The first words that I learned to read were “colored” and “whites only.” But, long after these words disappeared from over doorways of restaurants, movie houses, restrooms, etc., I, even as a small Black child, knew that I was still not to step inside those doors. The attitudes of the white people of my small rural hometown were more than enough to keep us out even if the Federal government said that we were equal and free to do as we pleased.
