About 50 years ago, I first read "Black Boy" by Richard Wright and was deeply touched by the abject

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3. My eye-opener was "Black Like Me," about 55 years ago. It was about

the same time gubnors, like George Wallace, were standing in the doorways of state funded colleges saying, “Only whites can enter.” Of course, the Civil Rights Act, Freedom Riders, marches, etc., were about the same time.

Movie was pretty good too.

As far as outhouses, my grandparent’s house had one. That’s where I lived my first 6 months, but didn’t use the outhouse, would have fallen in that ditch. I did fall in a cess pool, though.

One of the things I still remember to this day was Howard Griffin describing the “hate stare” from so many white people who passed him by. I still am very careful not to let those days when I’m just generally in a bad mood look like a “hate stare.” Life is tough enough for those still experiencing such hatred.

Will have to read “Black Boy.”