Oh, definitely, definitely. Well, I don't know if I saw it as much as I
learned about it. We knew who we were in the black school, we knew that
it wasn't equal. I mean, we at Lincoln, we at Northside, we knew that we
weren't as equal as Chapel Hill High School or the
rest of the schools that were going on in town. We knew that we had to
work harder, study harder, be harder. We knew that our books were not of
the same caliber, the same standard. We knew that we had a mission ahead
of us. It was instilled in us, I think, by Mrs. King over at Northside,
and then on to Lincoln. There were some things that were very noted by
Mr. McDougle, who was our principal at Lincoln High School. He had a
quote every morning about something great, but every day he reminded you
when you were out of character, how important it was for us to stick
together as a race, and how important it was for us to get an education
so that we could make some changes, so we could make some changes. Very
important. One other thing about Chapel Hill, I remember that when they
came to do the sit-ins, I was a ninth grader, and we heard about it
through the grapevine, and we went to this secret meeting place where
they, um, they was having these rallies to get together, and I remember
seeing, I won't call their names, but some of the great leaders stand up
and tell us that we had to make a change, and that there had come a
time. And I knew that my mother and my father couldn't go, because they
would lose their jobs. And they made it clear that parents couldn't even
participate in making the change in Chapel Hill. Plus, I lived off of
Merritt Mill Road, so right up the street at the ice house, there was a
big sign that said black and white. You couldn't even drink water from
the water fountain, you know, it stood out there, it was big. To walk
from Northside, 'cause Northside to Lincoln High School, I lived close
to Lincoln as a child, but to walk from Northside home, 'cause you had
to walk then, t here was no buses for us, you know. We had to walk to
school. But there was always those signs saying, we, Big John, who was
known as the most racist drugstore guy, you know, you couldn't, he
didn't allow blacks to come in there and do anything in his store. He
had made it known that he was a racist, so when you walked down his
street you had to look for him, when you walked past the drugstore you
had to look in there to make sure he wouldn't run out and say something
to you. You couldn't buy a milkshake. But thank God for the milk dairy.
I forget the name of those guys, in fact one of the guys still, just
retired from Durham. His brother, we could go in there on Sunday and get
a milkshake and do whatever we wanted. And a cheeseburger. Just a simple
thing.