tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162206974728931335.post6371882950639718457..comments2024-03-28T08:20:11.686-05:00Comments on Daughter Number Three: The Mechanics of White FlightDaughter Number Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171356533232458827noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162206974728931335.post-14617304340929451022016-09-03T10:47:42.737-05:002016-09-03T10:47:42.737-05:00In Oneonta, there lived only one Black family for ...In Oneonta, there lived only one Black family for years. I attended school with one of the kids. They lived behind the American Legion, and the father, a widower, owned a bar downtown called The Black Cat. When I was in high school, the colleges hired some Black professors. I babysat for one of these families. They were middle class, highly intelligent people, with two adorable young children. But when I was seen sitting on their front stoop watching the kids play in the front yard, the spotters ran to my parents and complained to them. The problem was a white kid working for a Black family. When my parents tried to force me to stop babysitting for them, I refused. My babysitting was my own business not theirs, and that family's money was just as green as ours. That shut up my parents, and I never heard another word about it. But when I was in college, I heard that wonderful family left town, not because they didn't love their jobs, but because of the way Oneontans had treated them. I called it white "supremacy" in action.Ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14661278900773185119noreply@blogger.com