That's correct, if you are black. [laughter] I knew Washington. So, anyway, Ed and I with our little 1935 or
'33 Ford Roadster, which was good at oil burning—we drove and after
making other stops we wound up in Atlanta. We went on from there to
Mississippi and came back up to New England and so on.
That summer, summer school was in session, and it so happened that
Atlanta University was kind of a mecca at that time and even later. For
students, particularly doing not only undergraduate but graduate work as
well in the various [social science] disciplines. Billy Geeter, names
you probably know, Ann Cook Reed, who later married Ira Reed, they were
there. They conducted a very important and well-known theater repertory.
John Mack Brown was there. Also, there were people who were visitors
there. Sterling Brown was there that summer and Harold Lewis. I
remembered because we had a wonderful time with this group of people in
Atlanta. The things that I remember, the comraderie, but also the kinds
of paradox which grew out of the fact of this oasis, this very
stimulating oasis there which was Atlanta University and Spelman
College.
I remember we would spend our evenings sometimes just getting in the car
and riding up. These little vignettes would stick in your mind, again, I
mention the paradoxes here. We would drive out into rural Georgia and
park the car at one of these little taverns or roadhouses or we would go
in and get beer. Again, in the Georgia which is the Georgia of [UNCLEAR]. I had been in Atlanta before that. I had been
in Atlanta for the Department of Labor which is
another thing which I will mention about my coming in there. We can come
back to that. From Washington and Richmond, working for the Bureau of
Labor Statistics and the cost of living study later on. I had government
vouchers and I would go up into the. . . . If you remember that period,
I don't know whether you remember, but in order for me to get pullman or
sleeping car arrangements I had to into the "white waiting room." So, I
walked in there with my friend Fisher, who was a Mormon from Utah, just
as naive as you could be. I said, "Look, be careful." I said, "I don't
know what kind of [UNCLEAR] you have in my luggage and
so on. So, I walked into the white waiting room and walked up to the
counter. This little cop said, "What are you doing here?" I turned and
very quietly said, "I'm getting accommodations, I have government orders
here." I used the word government and he didn't know how to handle that.
He walked back and stood and watched me the whole time.