Blakkgiant's "Silent Stop and Frisk March" thread reminded me of this, but I didn't want to hijack his thread, so.....
I guess this is sort of a 'coming of age' kind of memory.
I hope I don't hijack this thread by an ancillary personal incident this brought back to my mind, after decades...
<span style="color: #CC0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">I decided to start a new thread here, rather than risk it.</span></span>
I went to Woodrow Wilson Junior High School, on Cottman Ave, in northeast Philadelphia.
I had all but forgotten the following incident...
When I was a student there, Wilson's student body was primarily white, but there were black kids that were bused in. We all got along; we didn't have racial problems with each other. We all made friends regardless of race, although it was rare that our black friends came home with us white kids in the NE, and just as rare for us NEP kids to go to west or southwest or north Philly to visit our black friends' WP or SWP or NP homes. There weren't any blacks living in the upper NE, where I lived, and very few (if any) in the lower NE, even, back then.
None of us had any idea who Woodrow Wilson was, other than a dusty old president from the 19-teens. We knew nothing else about the man, except what he looked like - his portrait hung in the assembly hall, and in the front hall of the school. We knew nothing about the man, nor of his policies. Nothing. All we knew was, "Woodrow Wilson Junior High School / Cheer the gold and gray / Sing her praises / loyal students / every coming day / for Wilson..." blah blah blah -- the school song.
One kid. All it took was one smart kid. One boy who knew more than any of the rest of us... or the faculty. dwl
First, Luc refused to sing the school song. "I won't sing about praises and the name of a racist pig in the same breath!"
They suspended him, he stuck to his guns. His parents threatened to sue the Philly School District. It got into the news. NO ONE wanted us to learn about Woodrow WIlson... so they hushed it all up, and told Luc that he didn't have to sing the school song, just not to disrupt it when everyone else sang it.
Naturally, some of us got curious... WTH was this all about, anyhow??? So we dug into the Encyclopedia Britannica at my house. We looked Woody Wilson up in the Philadelphia Free Library, Northeast Main Branch. We found out. Oh! Wow! Look at this.....
Now we were even more curious..... what was this film, "Birth of a Nation"?
Nothing. Nada. Absolutely nothing could we find, not even in the microfich in the free library! WTH??? WE asked our favorite teachers. Not a one would answer us. that alone told us something BIG was up! We asked at home. NONE of our parents knew about this film. Too odd for words. We didn't believe our parents. Finally, some of us asked Luc.
Luc told us. We didn't know what to think. Could a president of the United States really think like that?
Understand, we were a very naive and sheltered lot. The only blacks most of us knew were our family's cleaning ladies, some of our teachers, and our friends at school. I knew more blacks because my father was shop steward of his union. In the 1970s, in NE philly, we just didn't interact with many black people.
So we thought about what Luc told us. Finally, I weaseled it out of my father. Dad told me about that movie, and how racist it was... and how racist the world was and the country. I didn't know it.
I got smart: I cut school one day, took the train into Center City, hopped the bus and walked over to the Main Branch of the Free Library... and got my hands on a copy of that movie... said it was for a school project, and borrowed it on my library card. We set up the projector down in our basement (it paid to have TWO working parents back in the day, when everyone else's mother was home) and everyone came over to my house - and we watched "Birth of a Nation" in my Rec Room.
I got the beating of my life when my parents found out what I'd done..... but it was worth it. It opened my eyes to a whole new world. An ugly world, to be sure, but the REAL world.
I guess this is sort of a 'coming of age' kind of memory.
I hope I don't hijack this thread by an ancillary personal incident this brought back to my mind, after decades...
<span style="color: #CC0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">I decided to start a new thread here, rather than risk it.</span></span>

I went to Woodrow Wilson Junior High School, on Cottman Ave, in northeast Philadelphia.
I had all but forgotten the following incident...
When I was a student there, Wilson's student body was primarily white, but there were black kids that were bused in. We all got along; we didn't have racial problems with each other. We all made friends regardless of race, although it was rare that our black friends came home with us white kids in the NE, and just as rare for us NEP kids to go to west or southwest or north Philly to visit our black friends' WP or SWP or NP homes. There weren't any blacks living in the upper NE, where I lived, and very few (if any) in the lower NE, even, back then.
None of us had any idea who Woodrow Wilson was, other than a dusty old president from the 19-teens. We knew nothing else about the man, except what he looked like - his portrait hung in the assembly hall, and in the front hall of the school. We knew nothing about the man, nor of his policies. Nothing. All we knew was, "Woodrow Wilson Junior High School / Cheer the gold and gray / Sing her praises / loyal students / every coming day / for Wilson..." blah blah blah -- the school song.
One kid. All it took was one smart kid. One boy who knew more than any of the rest of us... or the faculty. dwl
First, Luc refused to sing the school song. "I won't sing about praises and the name of a racist pig in the same breath!"
They suspended him, he stuck to his guns. His parents threatened to sue the Philly School District. It got into the news. NO ONE wanted us to learn about Woodrow WIlson... so they hushed it all up, and told Luc that he didn't have to sing the school song, just not to disrupt it when everyone else sang it.
Naturally, some of us got curious... WTH was this all about, anyhow??? So we dug into the Encyclopedia Britannica at my house. We looked Woody Wilson up in the Philadelphia Free Library, Northeast Main Branch. We found out. Oh! Wow! Look at this.....
Now we were even more curious..... what was this film, "Birth of a Nation"?
Nothing. Nada. Absolutely nothing could we find, not even in the microfich in the free library! WTH??? WE asked our favorite teachers. Not a one would answer us. that alone told us something BIG was up! We asked at home. NONE of our parents knew about this film. Too odd for words. We didn't believe our parents. Finally, some of us asked Luc.
Luc told us. We didn't know what to think. Could a president of the United States really think like that?
Understand, we were a very naive and sheltered lot. The only blacks most of us knew were our family's cleaning ladies, some of our teachers, and our friends at school. I knew more blacks because my father was shop steward of his union. In the 1970s, in NE philly, we just didn't interact with many black people.
So we thought about what Luc told us. Finally, I weaseled it out of my father. Dad told me about that movie, and how racist it was... and how racist the world was and the country. I didn't know it.
I got smart: I cut school one day, took the train into Center City, hopped the bus and walked over to the Main Branch of the Free Library... and got my hands on a copy of that movie... said it was for a school project, and borrowed it on my library card. We set up the projector down in our basement (it paid to have TWO working parents back in the day, when everyone else's mother was home) and everyone came over to my house - and we watched "Birth of a Nation" in my Rec Room.
I got the beating of my life when my parents found out what I'd done..... but it was worth it. It opened my eyes to a whole new world. An ugly world, to be sure, but the REAL world.
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