I love my country, But I discovered at an early age that my country did not like me. I
had to leave The USA and live in Germany to find equality.
With basic training done, six young men from Detroit headed back home
on the train. Someplace in Texas ,
the train stopped so that we could stretch our legs and get a snack. The six of
us got off the train and went to the restaurant to get something to eat. We
were all dressed in our pristine, new blue uniforms, proudly representing the
United States Air Force. I walked into the restaurant with all my buddies, and
before we could sit down, the waiter looked at the other black serviceman and
me. He said. “We can’t serve you in here. You have to go out back to order and
pick up your food.” Born and raised in the South, I had experienced
discrimination before, but this time it hurt me deeply because I was dressed in
my US Air Force uniform and was prepared to die for our country, and yet my
fellow countryman still wouldn’t serve us. Segregation was the law in the
southern United States
in 1962. No one should ever have to experience that kind of treatment! We just
got back on the train without eating and sat in silence. We began basic
training as six buddies from Detroit
and returned as four white and two black airmen.