My message was one we all need to hear from time to time, I think. Though we may have all come to America on different ships, we are all in the same boat now. Bigotry and division hurt us all regardless of race.
I told the students of my dad’s father, my grandfather, who was a white man in a small Texas town married to my black grandmother with 18 children in tow.
When I was 8 years old, Grandpa Barton got sick. His daughter, my Aunt April, attempted to visit him in the “white” hospital. After hearing a ruckus in the hallway, my grandfather came out of his hospital room to see the doctors telling Aunt April she could not see her father, and further she needed to leave the building. After my ailing grandfather confirmed that April was indeed his daughter, she was given 3 minutes to visit and then forced to leave.
Working for racial harmony has not only been a life-time civic crusade, but is my personal family reality. It was my privilege to share with the students of Ray-Pec.