These days I’ve been noticing that I don’t know what to say. To the people who have been silenced for so long.
I see their rage and fury.
I know these feelings are deeply rooted in our collective history. I grew up in South Georgia, in a small town called Millen, in the 50s and 60s.
I knew even as a child that I had rights and privileges that black people did not have.
No one had to say the words out loud that they thought blacks were inferior (although many did).
I could never understand the inequity or the reason for this kind of thinking. I’m ashamed that this was the ideology I grew up around. I am sick to my stomach that these were the messages I received.
I was taught to just accept things as they were.
“Colored people are separate and less than whites.”
This is the way was. No explanation.
I use the word ‘colored’ because this was the word that was used at the time....