I will never forget that cold September Tuesday. I had been working a normal lunch hour shift at Daisy's Burgers when a black man came up to me and asked if he could be served. Now, that wasn’t the part that made me think about that day forever after. Daisy's was in fact, a desegregated lunch counter. His name was Curtis.
That name is seared into my memory, along with two others. Joe and Donald. After Curtis sat, those two men walked in. Joe and Donald. They were white men, big and burly. Walking in, they seemed to say “I’m better than you.” I could see hatred in their eyes when they saw a black man sitting at the counter. Joe walked up to Curtis, threw him off the chair, and said “Get outta this restaurant, ya filthy nigger.”
Horrified
That name is seared into my memory, along with two others. Joe and Donald. After Curtis sat, those two men walked in. Joe and Donald. They were white men, big and burly. Walking in, they seemed to say “I’m better than you.” I could see hatred in their eyes when they saw a black man sitting at the counter. Joe walked up to Curtis, threw him off the chair, and said “Get outta this restaurant, ya filthy nigger.”
Horrified