Back in 1963, on a Sunday afternoon, we stopped at a gas station (no self service then). There were two lanes waiting for service and several vehicles in each lane. In the right lane, a black family (with young children) pulled forward for service. They were dressed in their Sunday church finery. The waited and waited, while car after car was serviced in our lane. Just as we pulled up in our lane, the black family left, without gas. The manager/owner said to my husband (through the open window), "Good, we don't need their kind here!" In one of the proudest times during my life, my husband said "You don't need our kind either!" And we left without gas. Just one incident, among many, that young innocent"northerners" saw racism at its finest!