June, 1964. Black children integrate the swimming pool of the Monson Motel. To force them out, the owner pours acid into the water.
And white folk wonder why
My mom was born in ‘64, kay? So, what that means is… THIS SHIT WASN’T THAT LONG AGO AND Y’ALL NEED TO STOP ACTING LIKE THE SHIT WE TALK ABOUT IS ARCHAIC AND OLD-HAT.
my mom was still in trinidad when this happened but seriously it could’ve happened to either my aunt or uncle who were 12 and 15/16 respectively
I think photos like this need to exist, not because I like the subject matter, but because it helps immortalize events that many people want to forget ever happened (and work pretty hard to make it so). It makes us face it. I’ve seen this picture before, but don’t know all the details. I hope the children in this photo were okay.
I’m always going to reblog photos like this. People are always like “Oh just get over it already”. Well, no.
Reblogging this picture AGAIN. Because NEVER FORGET.
My mother was born in 1955. When she was a teenager she was hosed down by the police with her friends for simply walking in a march to fight against racism. That was years ago, but racism still exist, if you don’t think so you’re a damn fool.
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even if you don’t live in canada, you could have canadian followers, don’t you dare scroll past this.