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In reply to the discussion: The day I got the living shit beaten out of me. [View all]2banon
(7,321 posts)that was in the 60's where I lived in North Carolina. It was just part of the scenery. Didn't know or understand it's significance at the time. I also lived in Hawaii and Southern California - my dad was in the Marines so that's why i traveled and lived in different parts of the country, except for the north.
My family is/was bi-racial and we obviously had close friends of mixed races. It was often pointed out that racism was far more wide spread in the North, just "hidden" so it was worse. I was verbally attacked and accused of being a "Freedom Rider" but never physically assaulted. I should say, I didn't even understand what that meant or what historical events that term referred to until years later.
The racism in the south was all around me but out in the open. When I left in '70's and came to live in the San Francisco Bay Area, I haven't returned but for one brief visit and a funeral in Atlanta where I was born, and haven't returned since. I just never missed it. This place has been my home for most of my life now.
Sorry about what happened to you.