I don’t have a hero

ric’s blog about his brother ‘inspired’ me to share a little about myself…

Last week while reminiscing over the assassination of MLK and all the associated topics, I was reflecting on my own experience of attending an integrated Elementary School in the late sixties. I’ve often wondered if I was being bused, as there were at least 3 schools closer to me – and I have often wondered if the school I attended was formally a “Negro School” as they were called back in that time. But this is not what this blog is about…

I was talking to my Dad on the phone the other night, and I asked him if he recalled anything about the nature of my Elementary School and/or whether he had any recollections about busing, or integration issues. He thought for a bit and said to me, “I really don’t remember anything; I guess by that time [I was the fourth son to be put through school] the novelty had worn off. Like taking baby pictures, by the time the fourth one rolled around, there just wasn’t much interest.”

Thanks, Dad.