Whites resist interracial gatherings in the segregated South
Vick recalls some unpleasant experiences in the segregated South in this excerpt. In one instance, a man threatened the white family whose home Vick was visiting for dinner. Another time, Vick was prevented from attending the funeral of a friend's husband.
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Oral History Interview with Ruth Vick, 1973. Interview B-0057. Southern Oral History Program Collection (#4007) in the Southern Oral History Program Collection, Southern Historical Collection, Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.
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Emory Bayh and his wife were visiting Atlanta,
their son, with a young baby, so she invited us out to her house for
dinner, Mrs. Tilley did. Liz was
black—that was George Mitchell's secretary that I
had found for him—and I was black; we were the only two black
people there. So Liz picked me up that afternoon, and the fellow that I
was dating then, because I was divorced from my first husband at that
time. The fellow that I was dating was here from Chicago, so she told me
to bring him out, so I took him out. We drove out there and parked the
car and went in and we had a nice dinner. And Mr. Tilley was so sweet;
he was helping with everything. And just as we had finished eating the
telephone rang, and Mr. Tilley answered the phone. And he called Mrs.
Tilley to the phone, and she answered the phone. Well, pretty soon
Katharine Stone went there, and I could hear them talking but I
didn't know what they were talking about. I said,
"I'd better go back there and find out
what's happening." So I went back there and I asked.
I said, "Katharine, let me help you with the dishes."
She said, "Oh, no, you don't need to help me with
the dishes." I said, "Well, what is all the talking
then?" I said, "Was it the telephone call? Was
somebody threatening Mrs. Tilley? Is something happening?" And
she said, "Somebody made a crank call and said that they had
better get those so-and-so-and-so-and-so's away from there,
or they would do this, that, and the other." Well, I went to
Mrs. Tilley and Mr. Tilley and said,
"Mrs. Tilley," I said, "We don't
want anything to happen." I said, "We've
have a nice dinner, and we've chatted a while," I
said, "and before it gets late, I think
we should go on home." I said, "Now, we have done
exactly what we come to do. We had a lovely dinner; we talked."
And I said, "We can leave before anything gets too bad, that
something might happen." She said, "I'm
really not afraid that anything is going to happen, but I certainly am
sick over this." I said, "Well, don't be
sick. We know that there are sick people anywhere." She said,
"My neighbors would not do this." But she found out
exactly who did it. Some man who was visiting somebody across the
street. So Emory Bayh decided that he would walk to the car with us,
just to see if anybody made any move. Well, what had happened was, the
man who was visiting had backed his car right up on the front bumper of
our car, so we could not pull out, and we couldn't back up
nor pull out. So we got out there, and Emory saw this car
in like this, and he said, "Somebody did
this on purpose," and we said, "Yes, it's
true. This must have been the guy that called." So we stood
there and we looked around. Well, this guy was still sitting on the
porch with the people he was visiting, across from Mrs. Tilley. So when
he saw Emory with us, he walked over, and he said, "Am I
blocking you?" And Emory said, "Well, I think they
can't quite get out. Is this your car?" He said,
"Yes." And Emory said, "Well, it would help
if you would move your car so that they can get out, so they can
leave." So he actually got in his car and drove on off; he
didn't go back to the people across the street. She found out
who it was later, because the people across the street told her who it
was. And then when her husband died, she insisted that I come to the
house and go to the funeral because she said,
"He thought so much of you, and this is what he would have
wanted." Well, I tried not to go because I didn't
like funerals, but I went over to the house. She made me ride in the car
with her and her son. And we went to Patterson's and stood
there; we were there an hour before the funeral. Well, Patterson would
not let me walk in and sit with the family …
- JACQUELYN HALL:
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Who was he?
- RUTH VICK:
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… as she wanted me to do. Patterson Funeral Home. No, they
couldn't do that.
- BOB HALL:
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What year is that?
- RUTH VICK:
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That was in '61.
- JACQUELYN HALL:
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That's just unbelievable.
- RUTH VICK:
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And Mrs. Tilley said, "If anybody had told me this, I never
would have believed it." He would not let me go in with her and
sit where she wanted me to sit. He made me wait until they were all
seated, the family, and then I could go and sit in the back.
That's what he did. But, you know, I acted real, real white
that day
[laughter]
, as the people say. I didn't say one word.
- JACQUELYN HALL:
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[Laughter]
- RUTH VICK:
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I didn't exchange anything with him or any words with him,
anything. When he said we couldn't do that, I
didn't say one word.
- BOB HALL:
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- JACQUELYN HALL:
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[Laughter]
- RUTH VICK:
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But you know, Mrs. Tilley talked about that, she talked about that, and
she talked about it, because it really hurt her. It really did. It hurt
her.