Aghhhh, missed yore query completely....
Okay here's what I remember about a trip to Arkansas about 1965 or '66....When I was about 13 I went with a friend of mine and family down to see their grandparents, who were white sharecroppers.

We passed through Tennessee and heard the Opry on the radio and at the filling stations I was amazed to see colored only drinking fountains and three bathrooms. Men,Women, and Blacks.

In Arkansas there was flat red earth and it was hot and humid. Grandma and Grampa's house was small and filled with cousins and I remember somethin' about us killing a sizeable black snake that day.

We all went in to town and I got off the sidewalk to let some elderly black women pass. They got off the sidewalk to let ME pass and we about ran into each other. My buddy's dad grabbed me by the arm and leaned close and said, "You don't do that down here. THEY get out the way." I asked why and he told me "Cause they is niggers."

I didn't get it then, when I was 13, and I still can't grasp the logic of his statement.

Yerz,
Tweed