On this day in 1955,

[Dustlawyer]

10. I am white and my wife is black, I used to listen to stories my wife's Auntie, mother, and father,

who was a career Marine gunnery Sargent. To listen to what they went through to travel in the South was shameful. Eating in back alleys behind restaurants. Even home, when my wife's older brother wanted to eat at a certain local cafeteria for his birthday, they did not want to explain to him that it was a "whites only" restaurant. In the end, they knew someone who worked there. They set up a table for him in the kitchen so he could have his birthday wish. Many more stories, crazy! My wife inspects many different businesses for the State of Texas. 3 years ago she inspected a rural Barbershop. The restrooms still said "White" and "colored." The 80 year old barber said he never got around to painting over it b/c "colored folk don't come in here anymore!"