Racial Segregation In 1969
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Racial Segregation in 1969
A Journey Through Divided Playgrounds
In 1969, I attended a school where racial segregation was accepted with an unsettling normality. The playground itself mirrored society’s divisions. The black girls commanded a large section, and all the boys clustered in their own space, each group trying to navigate the social norms of the time. As the self-proclaimed "journalist," I roamed the playground, documenting the realities of these segregated groups.
The Divided Playground
The black girls were masters at jump rope, showcasing their skills with unmatched enthusiasm. They were the undeniable leaders of their zone, while the white girls looked on, sometimes resentful, other times trying to keep up. My role was simply to observe and ask questions, akin to a young Alex Haley, absorbing the dynamics without interfering.
The Boys' Realm
Venturing into the boys’ playground brought its own challenges. It was a different world, one where racial tensions were less pronounced, but divisions still existed. A misplaced basketball knocked my glasses off, a reminder that my presence was not always welcome. The playground was segmented in more ways than one?"race, gender, size, and more.
Navigating Identity
As I moved through each area, I encountered different groups. There was no section for the "fat girls," a reflection of the societal pressures we faced. Each space had its gatekeepers, and acceptance was conditional. My identity, part Indian and part black, didn’t fit neatly into any of these boxes.
The Tall Girls and Beyond
The tall girls allowed me in?"briefly. They were mostly Catholic and had their own set of unspoken rules. Admitting my fondness for Indian culture, particularly its leaders, got me ousted. Next, I approached the area mostly filled with Jewish students.
A Moment of Connection
In this section, a familiar rhyme brought us together for a moment:
> "Miss Lucy had a steamboat,
> The steamboat had a bell.
> Miss Lucy went to heaven,
> The steamboat went to...hello."
Playing with rhymes became a shared, albeit brief, connection across the playground’s barriers.
Reflection
Looking back, I realize how these childhood experiences shaped my understanding of identity and segregation. Each section of the playground was its own territory, a microcosm of the larger societal issues at play. Through my journey, I became a storyteller, recounting not just the divisions, but also the fleeting moments of unity and understanding among us.
This story isn’t just about a playground. It's about growing up in a world learning to navigate its own complexities, a journey mirrored in every jump rope beat and basketball throw.
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