I am 70 years old and experienced segregation firsthand while growing up in Washington. Once, I tried water from a fountain marked "colored" to taste what kind of liquid it dispensed, and I recall a local drugstore refusing to serve our housekeeper after we sat at the counter and ordered ice cream. My elementary school teachers walked off the job en masse when segregation was outlawed and they realized they would have to teach the "colored" children who had been attending the one-room school across the street.
But what really says progress to me is the heartwarming picture in The Times, on the 50th anniversary of
Ruth Kramer Ziony