1. Guess the girls didn’t count….brave girls! I wonder where/if they are now?

    1. Some probably considered it a little too dangerous for the girls. Norwood became a teacher for many years.

      1. There are two girls in the photo. Those are the ones I meant. I’m sure had it been up to them, they wouldn’t have asked. They’d have marched into the classroom and sat up front, as so many brave girls and women have done in the struggle for equal rights. Didn’t you just recently publish a story about one of the many valiant young women of the Civil Rights Movement?

      2. Lol. You’re right. If it had been up to them, they would have.

  2. Just reading the title of this post, Lynette, made me realize how lucky I’ve been to have been able to simply go to high school.

    My generation takes so many things for granted.

    When I went to elementary school it was during the time of desegregation. I was bused to Inglewood, 45 minutes from my West L.A. home, to Coliseum Street School where I made my best friend.

    She was half African-American, half Japanese and she dealt with so many enormous challenges that I was clueless about. She was gifted, creative and strong. As one of very few biracial students, you can imagine what she faced. She was my bridesmaid in 2001, and we lost touch after I was diagnosed with bipolar. I’ve tried to find her but I’ve had no luck…

    1. That is so sad. Many of my few friends drifted away after my diagnosis. I’m still kinda bitter about that, truth be known.

      I remember the whole busing thing…I didn’t get bused. I simply got to be the only Jewish kid in my school. No one was allowed to talk to me because of the whole blood libel thing. Finally I got to a school where there was one black girl. We stuck together, and that’s how we got through that part of school…then my family moved away, and I always think about her, like, how did she manage without me? Maybe some other outcast moved in so she could have a friend…I can’t find her either, hope she’s OK…

      1. It’s amazing how much we have in common.

      2. Yes! This begs for a coffee date. I’m stuck in Flagstaff for the moment….actually I love being stuck in Flag. Being in the grocery store and hearing a young boy chanting in the Navajo language while his mother shops is just….well, I might have to add another language! Anyway, it’s about that coffee date…!

    2. How interesting! I lived in Inglewood in the late 70s.

      1. Wow – small world!!! Her mom worked at USC in the library!

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