This was a common sight in my childhood in the south.
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We shall overcome, we shall overcome
We shall overcome someday
Darling here in my heart, yeah I do believe
We shall overcome someday
Well we’ll walk hand in hand, we’ll walk hand in hand
We’ll walk hand in hand someday
Darling here in my heart, yeah I do believe
We’ll walk hand in hand someday
Well we shall live in peace, we shall live in peace
We shall live in peace someday
Darling here in my heart, yeah I do believe
We shall live in peace someday
Well we are not afraid, we are not afraid
We shall overcome someday
Yeah here in my heart, I do believe
We shall overcome someday
Hey we shall overcome, we shall overcome
We shall overcome someday
Darling here in my heart, I do believe
We shall overcome someday
We shall overcome someday
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Thank you for posting this, and for commemorating this very important day! Well done, my friend!
You’re more tha welcome. I lived in Alabama till 1952, then moving to the Chicago area where there were many places blacks were not allowed. A lot has changed, still a lot remains to be done.
Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
‘Don’t confuse my personality with my attitude.
My personality is who I am.
My attitude depends on who you are.’
I grew up in Brooklyn. Like everyone, was there when I grew up. It was OK. In ‘1962, Reed and I hitchhiked from Binghamton, NY to Miami Beach. The South I saw, the more than 20 times we (he was from Westchester County, probably a rich kid (not sure of that, but)) could have been killed, caused us to realize that the South then was nothing we had expected. Used that bathroom in a Greyhound Bus terminal in a small South Caroline town, and when I exited, a crowd, a real crowd was waiting for me (Reed and I, both kind of tough kids, ran, yes ran out of that town, and didn’t stop running until we were far, far out of town). This post of yours, Kenne is poignant for me, for I forever awaited that message to be delivered to all, and I’m still awaiting that . . . .
The scales of Justice are still far from being balanced. I’m currently watching an HBO series, “Watchmen.” At a minimum, a lot of people are now learning about the Tulsa race massacre of 1921. We have come a long way but still have so far to go to make America great — not great again!