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                <head>Interview with Brenda Tapia, February 2, 2001. Interview K-0476.</head>
                <byline>Conducted by Jonetta Johnson</byline>
                <note type="deposit" anchored="no">
                    <p>Transcript on deposit at The Southern Historical Collection, The Louis Round
                        Wilson Library</p>
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                    <p>Citation of this interview should be as follows: <lb/>“Interview
                        K-0476, in the Southern Oral History Program Collection #4007, <lb/>Southern
                        Historical Collection, The Wilson Library, <lb/>University of North Carolina
                        at Chapel Hill”</p>
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                <note type="copyright" anchored="no">Copyright © 2007 The University of
                    North Carolina</note>
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                <head>Abstract</head>
                <p>The Reverend Brenda Tapia was one of the first African Americans to attend North
                    Mecklenburg High School in Charlotte, NC. In this interview, she describes her
                    experiences there and reflects on the effects of desegregation.
                    Tapia's experience with desegregation was overwhelmingly negative.
                    Moved from her black school after a successful sophomore year, she entered North
                    Mecklenburg as an unknown, excluded from participating in clubs and marginalized
                    in the classroom. By graduation night of her senior year, Tapia was furious. Her
                    experience and observations led her to view desegregation as "one of
                    the worst things that could have been done to [African Americans]." She
                    maintains that though it changed the law, it did not change white
                    Americans' attitudes, and she argues that its legacy is a black
                    community sapped by discrimination.</p>
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                <head>Short Abstract</head>
                <p>The Reverend Brenda Tapia, one of the first African Americans to attend North
                    Mecklenburg High School in Charlotte, NC, describes an alternative view of
                    desegregation.</p>
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                    <head>[TAPE 1, SIDE A]</head>
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                        <p>[START OF TAPE 1, SIDE A]</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I'm supposed to interview you about your high school
                            experience on integration and desegregation. <milestone n="6859" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="00:00:22"/>
                    <milestone n="6785" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="00:00:23"/>I understand that
                            you were, that you went to a predominantly Black high school.</p>
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                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>For the first ten years of my formal education I did, and then for the
                            last two years I was one of the first blacks to integrate North
                            Mecklenburg High School here in North Mecklenburg County, in
                            Huntersville, which it is now.</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How was that experience?</p>
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                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>That experience was traumatizing and in many ways, I still to this day
                            feel the effects of it. But you … and you probably
                            can't imagine as young as you are. Being able to go to a
                            school where everybody that you saw looked exactly like you, where you
                            were treated like a human being, not as something exotic, or something
                            undesirable, or just totally ignored. Ummm … and especially
                            for it to happen right after my sophomore year in high school because my
                            sophomore year in high school I was very involved in all the
                            extracurricular activities of the <pb id="p2" n="2"/> school. In fact I
                            was president of almost every organization except student government,
                            which you had to be a senior to be president, so I was vice president of
                            the student government. I was a majorette in the band and I belonged to
                            all the other extracurricular activities at the school. Everyone knew
                            me, teachers and students alike.</p>
                        <p>The tenth grade year was just the best year of my life, and then the
                            following year, at the end of the tenth grade, near the end of my tenth
                            grade year being asked by my teachers to volunteer to transfer because
                            they knew that that fall they were going to close the tenth grade at the
                            all black high school that I went to and they would have no choice, they
                            would have to go. But Juniors and Seniors would have an option of going,
                            so they really pushed a lot of us in the top of the Junior and Senior
                            classes to go on and transfer because they knew at that time that the
                            following year, our senior year, the black school would be closed
                            totally so we wouldn't be able to graduate from there, from
                            the high school that we'd started at. They thought it would
                            be better for us if we went on and adjusted to the school by going our
                            junior year.</p>
                        <p>So there were actually six people, uh, from Torrence-Lytle that went with
                            me, none of them were from Davidson, so what that meant was that I would
                            ride the bus everyday, <pb id="p3" n="3"/> thirteen miles on an
                            all-black bus, I'd walk into North Meck and because I was,
                            even among the six, one of the only ones who was on a college track
                            everybody else would go one way and I would go another. Because my
                            schedule was college bound it meant my lunch period also had me
                            isolated, and umm, so it was really a very trying experience in many
                            ways. I don't think - at the time it was just confusing, and
                            frightening, it's been with age and other experiences a
                            growing awareness that it was actually a painful experience. Because
                            like I said, I went from everybody knowing my name and being very
                            popular and very involved, to, uh being almost invisible for the most
                            part.</p>
                        <p>North treated us very unfairly as blacks. Our athletes were able to
                            transfer and immediately start playing football and basketball. I
                            don't know if that meant, if that had anything to do with the
                            fact that North's athletic teams at that time were not doing
                            so well and with the addition of the guys from my school, they suddenly
                            started winning. But we were told that you had to be at the school for a
                            year before you could participate in any extracurricular activities, yet
                            I saw the white students, that I eventually discovered had just
                            transferred to North from other places, they were immediately welcomed
                            to any organizations or anything they wanted to participate in. In <pb id="p4" n="4"/> fact, there was a young man who was going to be
                            president of his student …he was, had been elected president
                            of his student body the spring before and his father moved because of a
                            job and he was made co-president of our student government, but he
                            hadn't been there a year, but that courtesy was not extended
                            to us. In classes, many times I was the only black student. And I
                            remember I had two classes out of six where I wasn't the only
                            black. In my U.S History class there was one other young man who had
                            transferred with me from Torrence-Lytle, and we were in the history
                            class. Unfortunately it was United States history so we had to deal with
                            the humiliation of getting to that one page in our U.S history book that
                            dealt with slavery, not even African American history, but slavery in
                            the United States. Half the page is taken up with this picture of black
                            folks in the cotton fields smiling and picking cotton. And naturally,
                            the teacher turns and is like: "Brenda, Tommy, why
                            don't you tell us about the black experience, or why
                            don't you tell us about slavery."</p>
                        <p>I had just finished reading Frederick Douglass's autobiography
                            the summer before she asked that question, and so I started relating to
                            her about slavery from what Frederick Douglass shared in his narrative,
                            and I was interrupted by a North Mecklenburg student who happens to <pb id="p5" n="5"/> be a professor here at the college who said:
                            "Oh Brenda, that was Northern abolitionist propaganda, slaves
                            were not treated cruelly at all, in fact slaves were a part of the
                            family. And they were taken care of, and they were loved, and that
                            brutal stuff was just Northern abolitionist propaganda." And
                            the teacher agreed with him, and they would have won if it had not been
                            for another student in the class whose father was a professor here for
                            many years, he's now retired, who got up and challenged both
                            of them, who got up and said: ‘Why are you saying that, you
                            know what she's saying is true, why would you tell her that,
                            why would you say that it is not true?" And the teacher at that
                            point just got up and changed the subject to something else.</p>
                        <p>I remember, umm, in the other classes, because the other class I had
                            where there were African Americans was my French class and unfortunately
                            I had what I call a liberal for a French teacher. I called her a liberal
                            because she gave you a B for being Black. I started suspected that that
                            was what she was doing but one day we had a test, and the questions were
                            written up on the board, and you know you turned your paper in. Well,
                            all I put on my paper was "French Test" and signed my
                            name, all of that was in English. My paper came back with a B on it. Now
                            how did I <pb id="p6" n="6"/> get a B and I didn't answer any
                            of the questions? Unfortunately at that point I was so young and naive I
                            felt like, at that point: "Oh well I got over without applying
                            myself." So why say anything, but it was really a tremendous
                            disservice because what that meant was that I got credit for French one
                            and two in high school, and went to college and had to enroll in French
                            three, and when I walked into my French classroom, the first thing
                            teacher said was, you know, no more English. And I was totally lost. So
                            as a result of that I ended up being what we call a fifth-year senior,
                            and completed everything for graduation except French in four years and
                            so I had to stay a fifth year just trying to pass French.</p>
                        <p>In the classes where I was the only Black, I really felt like I was a fly
                            in buttermilk. I would often be the first to raise my hand, the last one
                            to be called on. If I was called on the entire class would stop,
                            everybody would turn and stare at me. Umm, which I'm sure
                            you've probably experienced, as a student even if you do know
                            the material, you know the answer, you can sometimes feel intimidated,
                            especially if you're shy, and I am somewhat shy to offer an
                            answer in class. And so to have everything stop and everybody staring
                            down you throat is even more pressure. Umm, I had teachers who, when I
                            would answer a question, <pb id="p7" n="7"/> would paraphrase it, and,
                            but they would do it in such a way, you were left thinking:
                            "Well, I think that is what I said, I'm sure
                            that's the right answer," but it was the way the
                            answer was paraphrased back, or re-said by the teacher that always left
                            you feeling that you were somehow incompetent, something about your
                            answer wasn't right.</p>
                        <p>I can also remember passing in A papers and having them come back with
                            C's on them and no correction marks and going up asking the
                            teacher: "Could you explain to me what I have done wrong, there
                            are no marks on here and I have a C." And being told:
                            "Do you want to go to the office," you know,
                            "Are you challenging my grading?" It's
                            like: "No, I come from a house where you're not
                            allowed to bring home anything less than a B, and my mom's is
                            going to want an explanation, so I need to be able to explain to her
                            what it is I got wrong so I can work on getting it better." And
                            the teacher was like: "Look, either go to the office or take
                            your seat." Well I know better than to go to the office because
                            again I come from a household where teachers are like demi-gods and
                            anything they say, even if they're wrong, my mother always
                            sided with the teacher. So there was, I felt no support. <milestone n="6785" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="00:10:12"/>
                            <milestone n="6786" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="00:10:13"/> I
                            can remember almost getting expelled because I didn't stand
                            up for the school fight song, which was Dixie. You could sit down at my
                            school that <pb id="p8" n="8"/> first year when they played the national
                            anthem, uhh, and nobody would say anything, but if you didn't
                            stand up for Dixie, that was grounds for … expulsion.</p>
                        <p>Also when I was at North, the school mascot was the Confederate soldier
                            and flag. And the students, while we were doing what they called a rebel
                            yell, we were the Rebels, the North High Rebels. And it
                            wasn't until my sister came through which was about five
                            years after I was there that the students had become a little more
                            militant, and they tore, we had a life, bigger than life-size
                            Confederate soldier and the flag on the wall in our gymnasium. Well five
                            and half years after I was at North the students tore that off the wall
                            and built a bonfire with it out in the parking lot. Which started a
                            period of police being present at the school in full uniform, umm, for
                            quite a while. Umm, I think the thing that was, I also remember, at
                            North they like to give seniors an opportunity to practice marching, and
                            so anytime we had assemblies or programs in the gym, the sophomores, and
                            the freshmen would go in, I mean not the freshman, we only had tenth,
                            eleventh and twelfth grades. Sophomores and juniors would go in, and we
                            were to sit in the bleachers, leaving the bleachers closest to the floor
                            for the seniors. And then the seniors <pb id="p9" n="9"/> after
                            everybody else was in, they'd play the school alma mater and
                            everybody else would march in to that.</p>
                        <p>Well, I noticed the first year, when there were only six black students
                            in the senior class, if those six black students - one or all of them -
                            would happen to come up to get in line behind a white person, the person
                            would run. So there was, you could sit and watch them marching into the
                            gym, and you knew when the black students were coming because there
                            would be this gap, or they would come and there would be a big gap
                            behind them. But it was like a lot of the students didn't
                            even want to be near them. But again, like I said, football players,
                            athletes were treated like demi-gods, you would have thought they had
                            been there since forever. You would see people socializing with them,
                            laughing with them, but not other blacks.</p>
                        <p>Same thing would happen when you'd go in the cafeteria, uh, if
                            you put your tray down at a table, it was suddenly like you had a sign:
                            "I'm oozing with the AIDS virus, come near me
                            you'll die of AIDS," because you go to sit down and
                            people at the table just jump up and run. And in adolescence, that can
                            be very, very dis-settling because one of the things that mark the
                            adolescence period of our life is sensitivity. An adolescence can get a
                            tiny pimple on their face and to them it looks like Mt. Everest; <pb id="p10" n="10"/> someone can walk by you and not speak, not because
                            they're mad at you or they don't like you, but
                            because their mind is somewhere else, and as an adolescence you will
                            have a tendency to interpret it as: "Oh, what's
                            wrong with me, why don't they like me, what did I do
                            wrong?" when none of those things are going on.</p>
                        <p>So to have this type of treatment … and for me it was hard
                            because my mother went to great extents to shield us from whites that
                            were not liberal - no, I don't want to say liberal. Whites
                            who would not treat you like a child of God, whites who believed that
                            everybody was equal regardless of race, color, or creed. So, I was there
                            for about three months, because of what my mother had taught me and how
                            she had shielded me from certain types of whites, and then watching the
                            athletes be accepted. It took me three months to realize that people
                            were not running from me and treating me the way they were because I was
                            ugly, but because I was black. Beause I remember the first day I walked
                            into my chemistry class, this girl had gotten to class before me and put
                            her books down and ran to the bathroom. She came back from the bathroom
                            and saw me now sitting behind her, this girl stopped dead in her tracks
                            in the door, looked at me, and just let out this blood curdling scream.
                            You would have thought that I was Freddie <pb id="p11" n="11"/> from the
                            Nightmare movies or something, Friday the 13th. And the teacher did not
                            reprimand her or anything, I mean he went and like calmed her down, and
                            he came over, picked up her books, and like took them over to a desk on
                            the other side of the room away from me.</p>
                        <p>Of all the things that happened, the one that really hurt me the most was
                            a really trite one. After that year of waiting to participate in
                            extra-curricular activities, umm, I went out for letter girl, and it
                            just so happened, my girlfriend's brother was on the football
                            team and there was a white letter girl that really had a crush on him.
                            She tried to make friends with his sister, my girlfriend, we told her
                            that we were going out for letter girl, she said: "Well let me
                            teach you our routines." You know, so … and she
                            explained to us that the way they handle the selection was that you
                            would come on like a Monday when they designated, and the letter girls
                            would work all week teaching you their routines, and then on Friday,
                            everybody would come, you know, try out.</p>
                        <p>Well this chick had taught us all the routines a whole week before the
                            tryouts, before we went to start learning them. So on the first day that
                            we were there the letter girls were working with us and stuff, and my
                            girlfriend and I faked not knowing them for a while, then we got tired
                            of <pb id="p12" n="12"/> faking, so we just started doing them. They
                            were like, Oh wow, look, oh they already know! So they then sat down,
                            and for the rest of the week, they would come and laugh and talk and
                            spent time with each other while we taught the recruits the routine. So
                            naturally, because we were teaching everybody else, we assumed:
                            "hey, we done made it, you know." And so that Friday,
                            umm, just before I was getting ready to leave my house to go to the
                            tryouts, another girlfriend of mine came by, and she wanted to go to the
                            movies afterwards. So I told her, look, I've got go to these
                            tryouts, you know, and then we'll go to the movies. So she
                            went with me, and after everybody had tried out, one of the letter girls
                            came over to my girlfriend that was going to the movies with me and
                            said, Carol Ann, why don't you try out? Carol Ann was like:
                            "Well, you know, I don't even know your routines, I
                            wasn't thinking about letter girl, so I didn't
                            come. I don't know any routines." She said:
                            "Well let me show you a step." So she showed her a
                            step and then she had her to try out.</p>
                        <p>Well, that Monday, you know, me and Sylvia, we couldn't wait
                            to get to school, we knew we had made it. We almost didn't
                            even go look at the names on the list because we were sure our names
                            were on there. But we decided, you know, just so we could lord it over
                            the people who were <pb id="p13" n="13"/> standing there looking and
                            being disappointed to go and look, and we didn't make it, but
                            my girlfriend Carol Ann did. And it wasn't until the first
                            football game when I'm sitting out in the stands looking up
                            at the letter girls, I realized why she made it and Sylvia and I
                            didn't. My girlfriend Sylvia is like three shades darker than
                            me. We had to look for Carol Ann. "Oh yeah, there she
                            is." But if the two of us had been out there, you would have
                            not had to go through any moving of the neck, head, body, we
                            would've stood out. And it was very much like some of the
                            things you saw in integration of the media, the first anchor people,
                            very light skinned. The first black Miss America, they always start with
                            the ones you have to like: "Is she black? Well, maybe, only
                            some of us can tell, you know."</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So your first high school, they were closing it down, and
                            that's why they had to move all of the students out?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>Umm, it wasn't so much that they needed to close it down, or
                            they were going to close it down. That's how Charlotte
                            Mecklenburg decided to integrate schools, they decided to integrate at
                            that point. And as a process of their integration plan, they closed
                            black schools. And it <pb id="p14" n="14"/> was really interesting
                            because a lot of the black schools, because of racism, they were newer
                            than the white schools because for a long time we didn't have
                            any schools. Because for a long time, we didn't have any
                            schools, so a lot of the white schools they using were much older, and
                            far more, in much worse physical condition, they would have been the
                            more likely choices to close. But instead they closed our schools and
                            bused us to them, because naturally they wouldn't want to
                            come to us. Just like here in Davidson, Ada Jenkins [the black
                            elementary school] was built long after Davidson Elementary. But when
                            they decided … because the same year they closed the tenth
                            grade at the high school, they also closed the second grade. I thought
                            they had done this all over the county, but I found out a few years ago,
                            that, that only happened here in Mecklenburg County. Their way of
                            beginning integration was to close grades, close those two grades, that
                            didn't happen, you know in Charlotte or Huntersville.</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And did you ever get a chance to participate in any other clubs or
                            activities in the other high school?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>Band and glee club my senior year. Umm, they would not - well, by my
                            senior year, I no longer had the academic <pb id="p15" n="15"/> average,
                            but they didn't accept my membership in the National Honor
                            Society I had made in the tenth grade. But again, I saw other students
                            transferring in, they were white, that were automatically accepted into
                            the honor society but we were told we had to wait a year. And naturally,
                            after a year we weren't, we wouldn't have the
                            grade point average.</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And so what was the main political thing going on at the time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>The thing, the political thing that was going on was very interesting
                            because it has now come full circle. I realize that because of Brown vs.
                            the Board of Education, the decision to desegregate schools, they had a
                            choice. They really had a choice between the desegregating the schools
                            or desegregating the community, and they decided to work with the
                            schools as opposed to the community. Now we are back to this
                            community-based school, which is going to take us, bring that issue back
                            to the front again. Politically, umm, otherwise, if you're
                            talking about demonstrations and reactions, there were none. The
                            demonstrations came, with umm, right after the Brown vs. Board of
                            Education decision when, I think it was 1957, that <pb id="p16" n="16"/>
                            was in 1954. In 1957, they decided to integrate the first white schools,
                            because I went in 1965, that was when I entered into this. But in 1957,
                            Dorothy Counts, whose daughter graduated from here a couple of years
                            ago, Nicole Scoggins, because Dorothy married a Scoggins, so, but umm,
                            they decided to let her be the one student that was going to integrate
                            one of the high schools. And umm, I think she lasted four days, because
                            she experienced more of what you see in the tapes of the civil rights
                            movement. People name- calling and throwing spitballs and stuff, there
                            weren't any dogs.</p>
                        <p>Charlotte was, North Carolina in general, was a very subtle racist state.
                            When I say subtle, they would much rather do something subtle, then to
                            be overt with their racism. And if your eyes are not open, if you are
                            not really paying attention you won't realize
                            what's going on. So even, I was very surprised to learn,
                            because I wasn't here, I was already in college - when King
                            died, there was no reaction here. Other cities, you know, there was
                            anger, there was protests. The only thing that seemed to be going on in
                            Davidson, and it's interesting that I was here maybe a week
                            or so after it happened, was the barber shop here in Davidson, that got
                            some nationally publicity in terms of students protesting. That was
                            typical North Carolina, as <pb id="p17" n="17"/> backwards racism.
                            Because according to the man who owned the barber shop, they made it
                            look as though it was his decision, as a black man, not to cut black
                            hair in a white barber shop. When, he didn't make the law,
                            they did, all he was doing was knowing if didn't enforce the
                            law, he'd lose his customers, therefore he'd lose
                            business. It was nothing that he really had control over. Sure, he could
                            make the decision, since it was his business, to let blacks in, but he
                            knew what that was going to mean because the law was there,
                            he'd been breaking the law. But, that's the closet
                            I think there was to any demonstrations around this area. [For a more
                            detailed account of this event from the barber's perspective,
                            see Ralph W. Johnson, <hi rend="i">David Played a Harp: An
                            Autobiography</hi>, Blackwell Ink, Inc., 2000]</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Were you happy with your choice? Well did you really make the choice -
                            the teachers gave you an option.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>The teachers gave me an option, and the way I looked at it, I had looked
                            forward all my life, because all my aunts and uncles graduated from that
                            high school, of when I would be a senior at Torrence-Lytle. And so I was
                            very disappointed and very hurt after that first year. But there was
                            nowhere else I could go at that point. So <pb id="p18" n="18"/> anywhere
                            else was going to be a new school, even a black school, and so I
                            finished North. And I can remember again, one of the saddest times was
                            graduation night, and the guy that was in my history class and I we were
                            waiting outside of the auditorium to march in and we were standing there
                            talking to each other. And people we all excited, a lot of them had
                            their bathing suits and things under their graduation gowns. They had
                            been looking forward to graduation night and all the parties and things
                            just as we had. For them it was a happy occasion and for us it was like:
                            "Thank you Jesus this shit is over and we can get out of
                            here." There was none of the excitement that we had looked
                            forward to as ninth graders and tenth graders in terms of thinking about
                            your senior year. We were just ready to get the heck out of Dodge and
                            were glad to get out of there. As a result of my experience at North, I
                            came away from there, my attitude towards whites, and I graduated in
                            1967, height of the civil rights movement, was like: "Give me a
                            gun and I'll kill as many white people as I can before they
                            kill me." I mean I really hated white people, and because of
                            the way they treated me. And my father at that time, of all places
                            wanted me to go to an all-white, all-girls' school,
                            U.N.C.-G[reensboro] was Greensboro College, and it was all white, all
                            female. And <pb id="p19" n="19"/> it was like: "Look man, you
                            want me to go to college, you best let me go where I want to
                            go." And so I ended up thinking that: "I'm
                            getting as far away from that type of treatment as I could,"
                            and went to Howard in Washington and discovered that Black people treat
                            each other the same way, but based on the shade of black. So, I went
                            from North, were I was treated like crap because I was Black, to Howard,
                            where I was treated like crap by teachers and some students because I
                            was the wrong shade of black. I wasn't light, bright, pretty
                            in white, sitting on my hair. So, by the end of first semester, freshman
                            year, I hated black folk.</p>
                        <p>So I'm like walking around: "I hate Black folks, I
                            hate White people, ain't got time for foreigners because I
                            grew up in Davidson and there weren't no
                            foreigners," and just became very isolated. And came back home
                            that summer and took a job here at the college, and met a White woman
                            that went out of her way to be friends with me. And I ignored he for as
                            long as I could, and after I decided she was too dumb to give up, I
                            decided: "Well let me test this bitch and see if she for
                            real." And I did, and she passed every test, and she made me
                            stop and realize that I had met, if I really was honest, some really
                            good White people and some really good Black people. Had met some really
                                <pb id="p20" n="20"/> asinine Black folk and some really asinine
                            White folks. It had nothing to do with skin color, you know, asses come
                            in all colors. So it's not about judging somebody, as King
                            would say, by their skin color, but by the content of their character.</p>
                        <p>And that was a turning point in how I dealt with human beings. I
                            didn't stop seeing color, cause I think that
                            that's an oxymoron when people say that, but I did stop
                            judging people by their color, and started being open. If you treat me
                            like a child of God, I don't care what race, sex, you know,
                            lifestyle, or whatever you are, I'll accept you.</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How did your mom and dad take it when you first went, were they happy
                            or…?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>Actually, I realize in retrospect, because I didn't understand
                            it at the time, because I didn't really start looking at my
                            parents as human beings until I was about twenty-five. I mean when I say
                            human beings, they were always my parents, but parents have a way of
                            being demi-gods, and you don't really watch them, observe
                            them … you don't really judge them the way you may
                            other human beings. They were frightened. I didn't realize
                            that at the <pb id="p21" n="21"/> time, because you know, you
                            don't think your parents are scared of anything, and then as
                            you get older and get to know them, and realize they're human
                            too, and yeah, they really are scared. I realized they were scared. I
                            also realized, I had to accept that they couldn't help me.
                            Because I can remember coming home and sharing with my mom some of the
                            things that I was experiencing as they were happening. And what she
                            would say was: "Look, I didn't send you to school to
                            be happy, I sent you to school to get an education. You can deal with
                            that if you want to, but your focus needs to be on getting an education.
                            If somebody doesn't treat you right, or they don't
                            seem to like you, that's not important. That's not
                            what you're there for." And that was not how she
                            should've have responded, but I realize now in retrospect,
                            she was doing the best she could.</p>
                        <p>Like she said, she didn't have Oprah back then, so she
                            didn't know what to say. And I'm like:
                            "Thank God for Oprah now, but I sure wish Oprah had been thirty
                            years sooner than she was." And that's pretty much
                            been the story for me. I mean it was like it started with school, but I
                            found myself, after graduating from Howard, and it probably had to do
                            with the field I went in to, my undergraduate degree was in psychology,
                            and for the first ten years after <pb id="p22" n="22"/> college I was
                            blessed to work in master-level positions with an undergraduate degree
                            in psychology with only a bachelor's. You don't
                            find a lot of Black people in the field of psychology, so I was always a
                            fly in buttermilk, I was always the only Black. And so I began to
                            realize that not just my parents, but a lot of Blacks, because they had
                            not had the opportunities and the exposure that I had, I not figured out
                            how to deal with White people, how to relate with them, how to live with
                            them, how to work with them. I found myself repeatedly going to older
                            Blacks, or Blacks that I thought knew more than I did, trying to get
                            some keys as to how do I deal with the situation - "How do I
                            handle this?" - and I've never been able to.</p>
                        <p>The most recent being coming back here, because I've been back
                            here since 1985, a little over, almost over, yeah, a little over fifteen
                            years, and as a minister, trying to get support, help from - I belong to
                            a Black Presbyterian ministerial association, which for a long time I
                            was the only woman. I always find myself being the only Black or the
                            only woman wherever I go. I don't know why I don't
                            get to go to majority places but, at any rate, I got mad at them in
                            trying to get help. And it took me about five or six years to realize
                            that they weren't not helping me because they
                            didn't wan to, or they didn't care, they <pb id="p23" n="23"/> didn't know either. In fact, they were
                            more afraid of Whites than I was. They had not had enough contact and
                            interaction with them to realize: "Well they're
                            really no different. Everybody gets up in the morning and puts one leg
                            in their pants and then they put the other one in. And, we are all the
                            same and there's no reason for us to fear each
                            other." And I experience that fear on both sides of the racial
                            divide. I see the fear in Whites, in terms of things like, saying things
                            like: "Well I don't know if I would feel, be welcome
                            if I went to a Black church." "Well of course
                            you'd be welcome, you'd be a lot more welcome than
                            I've been walking into all-White churches." And then
                            Blacks who will hide their fear behind: "Aww naww man, you know
                            I work with them all day, you know, I don't want to be
                            hanging out with them after work." Which is really just an
                            excuse of fear, it's like: "I don't think
                            I'll know what to say, I don't think
                            I'll know how to act." "Well it
                            doesn't matter, they don't think like that, we
                            shouldn't either."</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What in general do you think desegregation accomplished?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>You know, I know that people who are older thought that that was the
                            answer, that that was one way we might <pb id="p24" n="24"/> get a fair
                            shot at experiencing the American Dream and getting our piece of the
                            pie. If you want my honest opinion, I think that integration was one of
                            the worst things that could've been done to us. I think it
                            would've been more loving, more compassionate, if they just
                            all, injected us all with advanced AIDS, and let us die, because I see
                            more negative repercussions for us than I feel positive strides. First
                            of all, the playing field has never been level. When the Civil Rights
                            Movement changed the laws, but it did nothing, and laws
                            aren't supposed to, but nothing was done to change attitudes
                            and hearts, so we're really not that much better off than
                            when we were before the Civil Rights Movement. A few Blacks were able to
                            advance, but even those few that were able to get through the door and
                            advance, there was a glass ceiling for them. The majority, the masses of
                            our people, nothing's changed for them. It's just
                            like the Depression, I used to hear my grandparents talking about not
                            knowing when the Depression was because they were so poor already:
                            "The Depression, what was that?" You know, it was just
                            another day for them, but for people who had something it was a bad
                            time. And, for what the masses of Black people have gained through
                            segregation, umm, it just, I don't think it was worth it. I
                            see our students being totally out of touch now with their <pb id="p25" n="25"/> own history and culture, I see the self-hatred that
                            they've developed and don't even realize. It
                            bothers me now that I hear so many Black students who consider being
                            intelligent and smart White, not thinking about what that implies:
                            "If that's White, then what is Black?"
                            Because they're making a statement about what it means to be
                            Black, if when you're using appropriate English, if when
                            you're using standard English, if you're really
                            … striving academically, for peers to consider that
                            you're acting White. No, you're acting like an
                            intelligent human being. But things like that just bother me. I think
                            we've really lost more than we've gained.</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And you mentioned you had a sister who also went to North Meck?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>I have two sisters, one is five-and-a-half years younger than me, and one
                            is eleven. The one five-and-a-half went to North, in fact she started
                            integrating schools, she was in the second grade the year I was going to
                            the eleventh. So she has pretty much been in all White schools all of
                            her life. Totally out of touch with her culture and her heritage, and
                            never had the opportunity. I see a lot of the problems she's
                            having now as having now as an adult as <pb id="p26" n="26"/> a
                            reflection of that because she has no self-esteem. In fact, she has a
                            physical ailment now that in medical circles is considered a
                            victim's disease, people who feel victimized. And not only
                            did she go to school with predominantly White schools and colleges, but
                            then she went into a very rich White environment to teach school, and
                            could never understand why suggestions she made were never accepted, I
                            mean she went through this.</p>
                        <p>And, like I see some Black students here, things happen to them and they
                            take it personally. Because if you don't have someone
                            correcting your viewpoint and giving you the real perspective of
                            what's going on, it's very easy to think that:
                            "It's me," when: "No
                            it's not you." It's not always you; many
                            times it's the system or environment that you're
                            in. So I think that I can definitely see where desegregation really
                            affected her. She didn't get to experience ten years of being
                            - feeling loved, supported, being cared about, being touched, being
                            seen. She spent most of her life invisible, and I see her in many ways
                            going overboard, to quote: "Be seen." I
                            don't have that need as greatly as she has it. My younger
                            sister didn't even get to finish school here because of what
                            was going on. The middle school here in Huntersville, Alexander, before
                            you go to North, the problems that they were having <pb id="p27" n="27"/> there between the races were so bad, and this is like - right now,
                            it's very calming to have police. In fact schools have their
                            own security system and their officers often wear uniforms. When I was
                            coming along, it was not the case. So it was very unusual to have police
                            at your school every day. And so by the time she was ready to go to
                            Alexander, police were almost a permanent picture there.</p>
                        <p>I used to call, well not really until I came back here to start Love of
                            Learning, I realized, Alexander was what I call a gatekeeper school.
                            Until about the fourth year of Love of Learning, I didn't
                            think Alexander offered anything in terms of math, other than basic,
                            basic, advanced basic, or general basic - basic, and advanced basic
                            math, because that's all I saw on Black kids report cards. It
                            wasn't until I was - the chaplain was complaining about the
                            difficulty his daughter was having with geometry, and I said:
                            "I thought your daughter was in middle school?" And he
                            said: "She is." I said. "You mean they have
                            Geometry at Alexander?" He said: "Yeah,
                            they've always had Geometry at Alexander." I said:
                            "Oh, I thought they just had basic, and advanced basic math and
                            pre-basic math." Because that was all I was seeing on Black
                            kids report cards, and then I realized that's what they were
                            being offered. And when you follow that type of math schedule in junior
                            high school, <pb id="p28" n="28"/> there's no way
                            you're going to be ready for college by the twelfth grade.</p>
                        <p>So rather than saying to you what my guidance counselor at North, said to
                            me when I walked in to ask him for a catalog to Howard, he said:
                            "Howard University, I never heard of it. But besides, you
                            people don't need to go to college anyway. Now I got a friend
                            down at Howard and Johnson's in Charlotte, I can get you a
                            job in housekeeping. You folks don't need to waste your time
                            going to college." So rather than having to be ignorant enough
                            to say that, you can subtly do that by controlling the track the child
                            is in and what courses they take. Which is what they do in Alexander,
                            besides the verbal harassment, which if you were to take a drive now
                            around Davidson and Cornelius, you would see a lot of Black men my age
                            group and below, who are just standing on the corner. They're
                            just alcoholics going nowhere. I can't completely blame their
                            situation on Alexander, but that's sure where it started.
                            Many of those men never finished high school. They didn't
                            have sense enough to realize the game that was being run on them, and
                            they embraced being put out of school. If our schools had been left
                            open, it's quite likely that instead of those men standing on
                            the corner, they'd have businesses on the corner.</p>
                        <pb id="p29" n="29"/>
                        <p>It's important to me that we try to supplement what
                            [de]segregation has done, and that's why the emphasis of the
                            program in one ear, is one Black History and culture. And our mission
                            statement makes it clear: I seek to help students realize who they are
                            and whose they are, enabling them and empowering them to become
                            successful and productive world citizens. If you don't know
                            who you are and where you're going, and where you come from,
                            it's very difficult for you to know how to get where
                            you're going to go anywhere. It's very interesting
                            to me that now I graduated in 1967, not much has changed in Charlotte
                            Mecklenburg in those years. The racism is even more blatant now. I have
                            students every year, coming in at the beginning of the year - I work
                            with secondary students, grades nine through twelve. And I get stories
                            about how they walk into class on the first day and their teacher will
                            say stuff like: "Yes, may I help you?" And the student
                            will look at their card and go: "Advanced Chemistry, 06 Preyer,
                            umm, no thank-you," and the teacher will say: "Let me
                            see your class card." And then the student will notice at the
                            end of the class, other students coming in are not treated that way,
                            student looks around: "Oh, I'm the only Black person
                            here, so evidently they thought I was in the wrong place because it was
                            an Advanced Chemistry class." Or students <pb id="p30" n="30"/>
                            raising their hands: "Yes what do you want, you're
                            asking another question?" Another child who is not of that
                            race: "Yes Mary, Tommy, do you have another question?"
                            You know, that's blatant, so it's just a shame it
                            hasn't changed.</p>
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