I have taken that stencil and have pasted a picture on it in such a way that when I cut out the letters most of the picture can still be seen. There's where the projected stopped. Still haven't figured out what comes next.
The picture was taken in Indiana in 1930. It is almost like a town festival. everybody seems to be there, well all the White people are there.
I am from that culture. No not Indiana, the culture that kept Negro's in their place and segregated; the culture that, if it wanted to, could punish them for being uppity and Black at the same time. I remember it. The segregated cafe's, rest rooms, and drinking fountains or on a work site, one water bucket for Whites and one for Them. It did not seem strange. It was the normal way things were done.
Even though we were segregated, I wasn't separated from the Negroes. I worked in the fields with them when I got older. I played with their kids when I was a kid and they were living in our nigger-shank during boll pulling time. I was Naive with a capital N. I knew what as going on but had not the foggiest notion of what it meant. When I was 15 I just happened to ride into town with a black man who had been helping me and my crop duster boss clean out his hanger. He was just going to drop me off at my house. Before we got there, a car passed us and some jerk stuck his head out of the window, and yelled at me by name, "f..... nigger lover". The Black guy got real scared. That was an epiphany for me, but I have to admit it took a couple of years to totally sink in.
We all have to chose which America we are willing to fight for. If you sit on the fence on this one your wump won't survive, nor maybe even your neck.