The story that I am about to tell is probably a hundred years old. My grandmother told it to me and she was born in 1919 and wasn't her parents first child.
When my grandmother's dad was a young man, he worked on the railroad. I think that it was manual labor involving fixing the rails but I am not certain. It was outdoors work though. Everyday, my great grandad would bring his lunch. One day, a young black man asked my great granddad if he could have some food. All my granddad had was leftover juice from his beans. The man was so hungry that he drank that. After that day, my great grandad would share his lunch with the other young man. OVer time, they became friends and enjoyed talking to one another.
An older man took my great granddad aside and told him that the young black man was going to get beat up for talking so much. I guess that my great granddad didn't believe him. (I think that great granddad and his friend were older adolescents)
That night, a man came to my granddad's parents home and asked for my granddad. He told my granddad that a man who lived down the road was always beating up his wife. He said that a group of men were concerned and wanted to have a conversation with the man. They wanted my granddad to go with them. I am certain that being a very young man, my great granddad felt important going with these older men.
They were on horseback and they took my great granddad to a section of the forest. All the men, except my great granddad and another young man, got off their horses. THe other men put on Klan outfits. Alarmed but afraid to leave, my grandfather-not wearing any klan clothing- had to follow the men.
They arrived at a house where his black friend lived. The men began to beat the man. My grandfather managed to slip away and get help. When help arrived, the other young man, told them that the group had killed the black man and hidden his body in some wood shavings(or a wood pile?) My great grandfather and the new group searched for his friend but couldn't find his body.
We have come a long way in a short amount of time, much further then we realize. That young man was killed only because he befriended a young, white man. And my great grandfather was forced to witness the man's brutal beating as a message to not get too friendly with other races.
When my grandmother's dad was a young man, he worked on the railroad. I think that it was manual labor involving fixing the rails but I am not certain. It was outdoors work though. Everyday, my great grandad would bring his lunch. One day, a young black man asked my great granddad if he could have some food. All my granddad had was leftover juice from his beans. The man was so hungry that he drank that. After that day, my great grandad would share his lunch with the other young man. OVer time, they became friends and enjoyed talking to one another.
An older man took my great granddad aside and told him that the young black man was going to get beat up for talking so much. I guess that my great granddad didn't believe him. (I think that great granddad and his friend were older adolescents)
That night, a man came to my granddad's parents home and asked for my granddad. He told my granddad that a man who lived down the road was always beating up his wife. He said that a group of men were concerned and wanted to have a conversation with the man. They wanted my granddad to go with them. I am certain that being a very young man, my great granddad felt important going with these older men.
They were on horseback and they took my great granddad to a section of the forest. All the men, except my great granddad and another young man, got off their horses. THe other men put on Klan outfits. Alarmed but afraid to leave, my grandfather-not wearing any klan clothing- had to follow the men.
They arrived at a house where his black friend lived. The men began to beat the man. My grandfather managed to slip away and get help. When help arrived, the other young man, told them that the group had killed the black man and hidden his body in some wood shavings(or a wood pile?) My great grandfather and the new group searched for his friend but couldn't find his body.
We have come a long way in a short amount of time, much further then we realize. That young man was killed only because he befriended a young, white man. And my great grandfather was forced to witness the man's brutal beating as a message to not get too friendly with other races.
