After Christmas break 1970 I was attending Hardy Junior High School in Jackson Mississippi as a 12 year old 7th grader. After forced busing and desegregation during Christmas break which had been extended for two more weeks my school had gone from 90% White to 70% black and to be honest no one really knew what to expect yet because of course we had been given a steady diet platitudes it’s not unlike today about black crime and white privilege. One morning before school started I went to the mezzanine bathroom where I can easily being the delinquent that I was I could take a couple of hits off a cigarette from the ninth graders
This was a large Urban Junior High School of probably 2,000 students in three grades 7 through 9 anyhow I open the door and the bathroom was full a very large probably 15 to 16 year old 9th grade black guys and one little black girl who might have been 13 giving her all to a group of them but naked except for her skirt around her little ankles and white socks
I knew what sex was I’’d had seriously kissed a girl and almost felt her beesting bosom but this was overwhelming to witness and one of the larger black guys who knew me from football told me Birdman get your butt out of here and keep your mouth shut
Which I did except I told my parents that night the next year I went to private school like most white people in the Jackson District and they have ever since
That was my reality of race early on something many posters on this form and on Breitbart have no clue about but yet they love to tell us what we should think
The reaction from conservatives over such harsh realities it’s probably aside from uncontrolled immigration what has destroyed my country
When our class took the field trip to see the middle school for orientation, in the early 70’s, the building was 4 stories. There was chicken wire going up the stairs, from the ground floor all the way to the top floor. The blacks stood in doorways with large chains hanging from their belt loops. When we got back to the ground floor I asked one of the teachers about the chicken wire in the center of the stair way and was told it was put there because blacks had pushed white kids over the edge of the railing.
I went home and told my mom. My dad didn’t believe me. When my dad went to work the next day, my mom made a bunch of phone calls and found out I was telling the truth. We ended up moving. Shortly after, my folks divorced.
Interesting list, from clicking your name.
That abhorent urban culture was responsible for the so-called white flight. And, to be fair, it was also responsible for the never mentioned black flight. It is not about race, it is about culture.