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“It was a Supreme Court decision that kicked every off every next.
“In 1951 a class action lawsuit was filed by a group of African-Americans based in Houston, Texas against the city’s board of education, claiming that the city’s segregation policy was unlawful and unjust. The named plaintiff, Mr. Ford, joined the suit because he had been upset that his daughter had to go to an inferior school that was farther from their house than the better staffed and managed whites-only school. In a unanimous supreme court decision under Supreme Court Chief Justice William O. Douglas, it was ruled that such “separate but equal” establishments in public education were federally unlawful, essentially revoking the infamous Plessy v Ferguson verdict of 1896.
“Reaction in the south was swift and fierce from reactionary Dixiecrats over Ford v. Board of Education (1954). Organizations like the White’s Citizens Council held public protests and demanded a response from the White House in some desperate plea to overturn it. Three days after the Court decision, President Kefauver gave his speech to the nation…”
-Excerpt from They Who Built Modern America: The Kefauver Presidency
“I’ve lived in the South my whole life. I understand the concerns of the Southern working-class white man like perhaps no other in Washington. But I also understand, as a man of law, the integrity of the Supreme court and the reasons for these respectable men to have made their verdict. I will thus uphold the decision of Ford v. Board of Education. I know that will not be a popular decision among some, including many within my party, but I hope such people were already aware that I was elected to be the President of the United States, not president of the Ku Klux Klan.” -Estes Kefauver
“Jesus Christ, this fucker’s putting socialism in our healthcare and now in our schools. I gotta stop him!” -Senator Joseph McCarthy
“There was a demonstration in downtown Houston that day, a bunch of people from the suburbs come to tell us how to live in our neighborhoods. Holding up signs that said things like: “Integrated we fall, segregated we rise.” My friends and I were part of the counter-demonstrators, you know if they can walk around with their picket signs and silly chants, then why can’t we? My neighbor, Mr. Green, his old dude in his 60s, was there as part of our lot of a few dozen blacks who had could down to peacefully stand up against Jim Crow in the schools.
“Over with the segregationists, this guy was yelling some vile stuff at the kids who had come to counter-protest with their parents, the really little ones. Mr. Green, he had had enough. He walked up to that white guy and said, in such a polite tone, ‘I don’t appreciate you saying those words towards children. Please, stop.’
“He spit on Mr. Green. Now, I would see worse years later, actual punches, crossing burning, more use of the word “nigger” in a single day than most hear in their entire life. But that spitting thing still stays in my mind years later. The dude didn’t know he had spit on a WW1 veteran, but I doubt he would care. And my neighbor, he didn’t put a punch though I know he wanted to. Just walked on back to us, the biggest glob of spit on his blue shirt.
“That evening I saw Mr. Green smoking cheap cigarettes from his patio.
“I’d never seen him smoke before that day…”
-Excerpt from the documentary To Our Last Breath