Then the wall rose, and we were looking at segregated water fountains. Keith, a child who must touch his world to experience it, tried to get a drink. The Whites Only fountain sent up a strong stream of cool water. When he tried the Colored Only faucet, it offered an inferior dribble that barely cleared the corroded spigot. Keith stood there blinking.
Details make the wonderfully interactive young museum a national treasure.
Some even have very elegant houses and cars. Some people probably think we had no kind of businessmen or women in the community. She noted the caricatures of black mammies and watermelon-eating sambos in an exhibit of early, racist advertising. She copied snatches of Sect. I considered the messages behind those observations as we walked.