I'm reminded of the International Market Place at Honolulu. Many who visited the sand floor bar left shoes at the door. A topless woman stood with her back to me at the bar. I waited and waited for her to turn around to face me. Finally!!! She had two butterflies strategically placed on her chest.
Imagine seeing an actual Sear’s on the mainland. Or anywhere else for that matter. Our former Sear’s location is now a climate-controlled storage facility.
What I'm always reminded of by Sears. My white mother always prepared my father a qt. jar of ice water to carry under the car seat so my father wouldn't have to deal with the WHITE ONLY & COLORED ONLY drinking fountains at Sears and Montgomery Ward. My father was red-white-black. Fort Sill had single drinking fountains when I was little. The pales, Commaches and Africans drank from the same fountain.
Curious, SBI. How were the Jim Crow laws applied to Indians? When I was at OU, I knew quite a few “white people” who had enough Indian blood in them that they would have been considered “black” had they had the same proportion of African ancestry.
My father's appearence was American Indian. His older sister, my auntie appearence was African American. Two middle boys were white. They weren't looked down upon as much as auntie and my father. The two white uncles were looked upon with the same disdain when whites learned of their origin. Oldest uncle of 5 kids appearence was American Indian. One white uncle married black, The other 4 all married white, mostly sub-human Irish. My mother was sub-human Irish. My mother was considered sub-human because of whom she chose to marry.
Said it before and I’ll say it again. Whenever I’m reading SBI’s posts, I’m hearing Chief Dan’s voice.
