Confessions of a White Man

The Undaunted Democrat

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I’m a child of the ‘60’s. I grew up in a small town on the coast of Oregon, Gold Beach. With a population of only 1600 , counting dogs, we never had the problems of the big city. We didn’t worry about child molesters or getting mugged or kidnapped or drugs. Our only restriction was that on school nights we had to be in when the street lights came on (my parents rule) and on weekends the city had a 10:00 o’clock PM curfew that we had to abide by unless we went to a movie that kept us out later and then the police (all two of them) were there to make sure we went straight home.

It wasn’t until I moved to Eugene in 1965 and went to work for Southern Pacific Railroad that I began to hear about these things. The civil rights movement was in full…

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