I spent the summer of 1980 in South Carolina. Lots of wonderful people there, but I saw examples of blatant racism I’d never experienced. In fact, I once had to break up a fight between a white business owner (rumored to be part of the KKK) who pulled a knife on a black employee.
I worked at a gas station and told certain people I would not serve them if they continued to use offensive language directed at black people. I remember some staring at me like I was from Mars. Ironically, I felt like I was visiting Mars at times!
Ps. 116:15; Jn. 11:25
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