While at William and Mary I toted my pawn shop guitar across the tracks to the segregated primary school and entertained the kids in a crowded third grade class once a week.
This was my first experience with segregated schools. I literally walked across the railroad tracks and then through a dark, urine-stenched tunnel marked with graffiti to get to this school. It was 1968 in southeastern Virginia.
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