born and raised in coney island and brooklyn, mid to late 30's, living in everything with my brother
and mother, father was in show business and usually on the road,from a rented room in a house where we all shared the the kitchen and toilet to one of my uncles rented apartment and having a place to live without paying rent.
family got lucky and we got an apartment in one of the first projects in queens, a two bedroom apartment for $10.00 a week, welfare, and milk stamps.
lived with all kinds of people, different colors, different relegions.
moved to military housing outside of red bank, NJ when i was 13. father was in some special air force corp for men that were to old to draft, but had some expertise, his was radar big change. same diversity of people, but the whole place was a big park.
fast forward through a few years of college, usaf, stationed on guam in the early 50's. celebrated
my 21st birthday crossing the equater in some kind of ship, the sailors hated it when i called it a boat,
"a boat is on a ship." slept four on top of each other in something like banana racks. ate crackers for the ten day crossing in this f'n boat that rocked from side to side, and when we turned towards guam,
started to go up and down and side to side.
finished my tour and was shipped to mcguire afb. on guam we slept in quonset huts, but mcguire had brick barracks with real two men rooms with doors that closed.
my first interview with the company comander, much decorated from WWII, a full bird col. i was responsible for officers records so he took an interest in me, at least for the moment. then he asked
me the question in his southern voice, "do you mind rooming with a colored man?" this is 1951 where i came from, and i guess because i was jewish, i would be more open. of course being the smart ass that i was at 22, and wearing one stripe, many article 15's, i asked what color. the only other time he and i talked was when the sports car rage hit the base. i had a 55 mgtf, one of my buddies a healy, and i can't remember the other cars, but the two seater t-bird had hit the market.
when i reported for payroll, he asked me if i had waved at him when we passed in opposite direction on
one of the roads and i told him, MG's don't wave at fords. i don't ever remember him talking to me again, the personell officer handled the rest of my article 15's.
my roomate was a sgt hughes who was married, and really lived close enough with his wife and kids, to go home about every night. because i wasn't cool, he taught me how to dress correctly in civvies, and i became cool.
one day 3 of my friends and i decided to go to dc for a concert by oscar peterson. i believe i was invited because at the time i still had my 1950 hudson hornet, black with a white top and sunvisor. more symbolic then i realized at the time.
two of the guys really wanted a ride to dc to visit their family, but i didn't care, so one of my buddies and i went to the concert or got loaded, i can't remember anything about that night except i slept in the front and he slept in the back of the car.
somewhere in dc, we picked up the con artists who had no interest in oscar, but wanted a ride up and back.
on the way back to the base some of us got hungry, and being used to gi mess, we stopped at some skanky old diner on the road. they might have been called cafe's then. went in and i ordered my usual bacon and eggs on white toast and went to the bathroom. when i came out the guys said we would take our food to go and eat on the way back to the base. like now, i wasn't in a hurry. one of my buddies whispered they won't serve us with HIM, and why.
i was and still am barely over 5', by maybe 1/2 inch, had a temper that i was never afraid to use, because i learned early on no one that i have ever met wanted to hit someone my size, and i used the temper and yelling a lot. i asked them what the f*** was the matter with them letting a buddy get insulted like that, and started to go tell the manager off. lucky for all of us, i was escorted out by my buddies and we ate in the car.
i guess i had lead a sheltered life because the only prejudice i knew about was my mother wore a cross when she interviewed for a job. coming face to face with real prejudice shocked me. i couldn't understand why my buddy took that kind of crap from a fry cook. sadly, i have come to know.
one of the nice things about this board is it's color blind and except for a few guys who have mentioned native american blood, we are all white. well maybe not all white. but because we are invisible except for the occassionall picture of "look at me", we communicate on an equal basis, except of course some of the BOTL are really dumb asses.
i post these two sites in reverse order for anyone interested:
http://www.blackcommentator.com/76/76_guest_blake_bush.html
http://www.blackcommentator.com/index.html