All righty, then!
I feel I have to respond to this. I think I may be able to shed a tiny bit of light on the issue.
You see, I grew up in Dooly County, which is two counties away from Taylor Co. We used to play them in football.
So here I am, a genuine white female living breathing person with actual experience in this matter.
Yes, there are some racist mother fuckers in that area of Georgia, but I really wish it was merely a situation of the type of racism you all may think it is.
See, it’s like this.
Most of the counties in South Georgia have Public School systems that are terrible. Like anywhere else in the country, most of the affluent and educated people send their kids to private schools. When you compound this issue with the white/black issue this is what you get.
Public schools in Dooly Co. were not integrated until around 1970. That’s the year all the private schools popped up, and of course, some of them were started so that certain people’s children wouldn’t have to go to school with blacks.
My father thought this was an outrage, so he got himself elected to the School Board and later became the President of said Board.
Needless to say, this man was not going to put his kids anywhere but public school.
I was in high school from 1977-1981, and grew up listening to my father rant about how the private schools were such a problem, and if those parents would only put their kids in public schools
we would have such a better and stronger school system, blah, blah…
Well, that was all fine and good, except that left me and my three siblings to fend for ourselves in an 80-85% black school system that wasn’t particularly thrilled about us being there. They didn’t like the white kids, and they made it known. If I heard this once from a fellow black student, I heard it a thousand times, “This is our school. If you don’t like it, you can go up the road to that white school.”
When I would complain to my father about some treatment I felt was unfair, he would tell me they had a right to feel that way, and that it wouldn’t hurt me to know what it was like to be in the minority once in a while. Ugh! Thanks, Dad! I remember it didn’t make me feel any better at the time.
Another thing that was particularly hard for me as a teenager was that Private school hated us, too! You just couldn’t win.
The reason our school now, to this day, has a white Homecoming Queen and a black one, is because in 1976, a white girl got herself elected Homecoming Queen. She was a major slut and a suck-up, but I digress. Anyway, the black students that did not vote for her became incensed and raised such a ruckus, that the School Board took the crown away from her and gave it to the first runner up, a black girl. The girl wasn’t even allowed to sit on the Homecoming Court because she was white. This all happened, BTW, before my Dad was on the Board. That same year, the same thing happened witht he class president. So, in response to that, they decided to, what do we call it these days? “Level the playing field”? Yep. They instituted a sort of affirmative action for the white kids.
Before that, there was never a white cheerleader, student council president, majorette, anything. A white kid didn’t stand a chance.
Now, if there are eight cheerleaders, two of 'em gotta be white.
I don’t think anyone would be complaining if it were being done in the reverse for the benefit of the black kids.
The black kids simply didn’t want us around. They didn’t want us to participate in anything, they didn’t want to have deal with us. They didn’t want us sitting with them, so we sat on one row in the classroom together. We stayed away from them. We just reminded them of alot of shit that made them angry, I guess.
No, they didn’t want us at the Prom either. I remember being told they weren’t going to play any of that “honky cracker white-ass music”, so we didn’t need to come. Yes, we all went to the school Prom, but we left after getting our pictures taken and attended a private party that was way more fun. Who wants to spend their prom night being treated like something off the bottom of somebody’s shoe and listenignt to music you don’t like, and had no vote on, anyway? Our parents knew we were having our own party, and they knew it wasn’t because we thought we were “better” than anybody. We just wanted something of our own. Sound familair? Black kids do it all the time when the shoe is on the other foot.
My graduating class had 111 people in it. 22 of them were white, so I know what it is like to be in the invisible minority.
I guess the main social lesson I learned from all that is that whoever is in the majority is generally going to act like an ass.
Oh, ans AL-binny is the bunghole of Georgia.
Horrible place, really.
Just one woman’s oddysey. I understand those kids who are still stuck in South Georgia and what they are dealing with.
Racism is a two-way street, buddy.