I remember that busing BS from my youth. My older brother was bused to a majority black High School where they they routinely beat him up. Obviously concerned for her other children my mother moved us to another part of town where we did not have to participate in this insane liberal experiment.
All that stopped when I threw some kid down three flights of stairs. At least that was the story that spread around.
Actually, a black kid grabbed my notebook, and when I turned to brush him off, he tripped and fell on the landing. I just kept going to class and thought nothing of it. It was hours later when I heard how the story had grown. I now had a "reputation". Strange how that worked. I had the good sense not to contradict the story.
We all got along just fine afterwards.