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                <head>Interview with Brenda Tapia, February 2, 2001. Interview K-0476.</head>
                <byline>Conducted by Jonetta Johnson</byline>
                <note type="deposit" anchored="no">
                    <p>Transcript on deposit at The Southern Historical Collection, The Louis Round
                        Wilson Library</p>
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                    <p>Citation of this interview should be as follows: <lb/>“Interview K-0476, in
                        the Southern Oral History Program Collection #4007, <lb/>Southern Historical
                        Collection, The Wilson Library, <lb/>University of North Carolina at Chapel
                        Hill”</p>
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                <note type="copyright" anchored="no">Copyright © 2007 The University of North
                    Carolina</note>
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                <head>Abstract</head>
                <p>Brenda Tapia was one of the first African Americans to attend North Mecklenburg
                    High School in Huntersville, North Carolina. In this interview, she describes
                    her experiences there and reflects on the effects of desegregation. Tapia's
                    experience with desegregation was overwhelmingly negative. Moved from her black
                    school after a successful sophomore year, she entered North Mecklenburg as an
                    unknown, excluded from participating in clubs and marginalized in the classroom.
                    By graduation night of her senior year, Tapia was furious. Her experience and
                    observations led her to view desegregation as "one of the worst things that
                    could have been done to [African Americans]." She maintains that though it
                    changed the law, it did not change white Americans' attitudes, and she argues
                    that its legacy is a black community sapped by discrimination.</p>
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                <head>Short Abstract</head>
                <p>Brenda Tapia, one of the first African Americans to attend North Mecklenburg High
                    School in Huntersville, North Carolina, describes an alternative view of
                    desegregation.</p>
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                    <head>[TAPE 1, SIDE A]</head>
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                        <p>[START OF TAPE 1, SIDE A]</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I'm supposed to interview you about your high school experience on
                            integration and desegregation.</p>
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                        <p>I understand that you were, that you went to a predominantly Black high
                            school.</p>
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                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>For the first ten years of my formal education I did, and then for the
                            last two years I was one of the first blacks to integrate North
                            Mecklenburg High School here in North Mecklenburg County, in
                            Huntersville, which it is now.</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How was that experience?</p>
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                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>That experience was traumatizing and in many ways, I still to this day
                            feel the effects of it. But you … and you probably can't imagine as
                            young as you are. Being able to go to a school where everybody that you
                            saw looked exactly like you, where you were treated like a human being,
                            not as something exotic, or something undesirable, or just totally
                            ignored. Ummm … and especially for it to happen right after my sophomore
                            year in high school because my sophomore year in high school I was very
                            involved in all the extracurricular activities of the <pb id="p2" n="2"
                            /> school. In fact I was president of almost every organization except
                            student government, which you had to be a senior to be president, so I
                            was vice president of the student government. I was a majorette in the
                            band and I belonged to all the other extracurricular activities at the
                            school. Everyone knew me, teachers and students alike.</p>
                        <p>The tenth grade year was just the best year of my life, and then the
                            following year, at the end of the tenth grade, near the end of my tenth
                            grade year being asked by my teachers to volunteer to transfer because
                            they knew that that fall they were going to close the tenth grade at the
                            all black high school that I went to and they would have no choice, they
                            would have to go. But Juniors and Seniors would have an option of going,
                            so they really pushed a lot of us in the top of the Junior and Senior
                            classes to go on and transfer because they knew at that time that the
                            following year, our senior year, the black school would be closed
                            totally so we wouldn't be able to graduate from there, from the high
                            school that we'd started at. They thought it would be better for us if
                            we went on and adjusted to the school by going our junior year.</p>
                        <p>So there were actually six people, uh, from Torrence-Lytle that went with
                            me, none of them were from Davidson, so what that meant was that I would
                            ride the bus everyday, <pb id="p3" n="3"/> thirteen miles on an
                            all-black bus, I'd walk into North Meck and because I was, even among
                            the six, one of the only ones who was on a college track everybody else
                            would go one way and I would go another. Because my schedule was college
                            bound it meant my lunch period also had me isolated, and umm, so it was
                            really a very trying experience in many ways. I don't think - at the
                            time it was just confusing, and frightening, it's been with age and
                            other experiences a growing awareness that it was actually a painful
                            experience. Because like I said, I went from everybody knowing my name
                            and being very popular and very involved, to, uh being almost invisible
                            for the most part.</p>
                        <p>North treated us very unfairly as blacks. Our athletes were able to
                            transfer and immediately start playing football and basketball. I don't
                            know if that meant, if that had anything to do with the fact that
                            North's athletic teams at that time were not doing so well and with the
                            addition of the guys from my school, they suddenly started winning. But
                            we were told that you had to be at the school for a year before you
                            could participate in any extracurricular activities, yet I saw the white
                            students, that I eventually discovered had just transferred to North
                            from other places, they were immediately welcomed to any organizations
                            or anything they wanted to participate in. In <pb id="p4" n="4"/> fact,
                            there was a young man who was going to be president of his student …he
                            was, had been elected president of his student body the spring before
                            and his father moved because of a job and he was made co-president of
                            our student government, but he hadn't been there a year, but that
                            courtesy was not extended to us. In classes, many times I was the only
                            black student. And I remember I had two classes out of six where I
                            wasn't the only black. In my U.S History class there was one other young
                            man who had transferred with me from Torrence-Lytle, and we were in the
                            history class. Unfortunately it was United States history so we had to
                            deal with the humiliation of getting to that one page in our U.S history
                            book that dealt with slavery, not even African American history, but
                            slavery in the United States. Half the page is taken up with this
                            picture of black folks in the cotton fields smiling and picking cotton.
                            And naturally, the teacher turns and is like: "Brenda, Tommy, why don't
                            you tell us about the black experience, or why don't you tell us about
                            slavery."</p>
                        <p>I had just finished reading Frederick Douglass's autobiography the summer
                            before she asked that question, and so I started relating to her about
                            slavery from what Frederick Douglass shared in his narrative, and I was
                            interrupted by a North Mecklenburg student who happens to <pb id="p5"
                                n="5"/> be a professor here at the college who said: "Oh Brenda,
                            that was Northern abolitionist propaganda, slaves were not treated
                            cruelly at all, in fact slaves were a part of the family. And they were
                            taken care of, and they were loved, and that brutal stuff was just
                            Northern abolitionist propaganda." And the teacher agreed with him, and
                            they would have won if it had not been for another student in the class
                            whose father was a professor here for many years, he's now retired, who
                            got up and challenged both of them, who got up and said: ‘Why are you
                            saying that, you know what she's saying is true, why would you tell her
                            that, why would you say that it is not true?" And the teacher at that
                            point just got up and changed the subject to something else.</p>
                        <p>I remember, umm, in the other classes, because the other class I had
                            where there were African Americans was my French class and unfortunately
                            I had what I call a liberal for a French teacher. I called her a liberal
                            because she gave you a B for being Black. I started suspected that that
                            was what she was doing but one day we had a test, and the questions were
                            written up on the board, and you know you turned your paper in. Well,
                            all I put on my paper was "French Test" and signed my name, all of that
                            was in English. My paper came back with a B on it. Now how did I <pb
                                id="p6" n="6"/> get a B and I didn't answer any of the questions?
                            Unfortunately at that point I was so young and naive I felt like, at
                            that point: "Oh well I got over without applying myself." So why say
                            anything, but it was really a tremendous disservice because what that
                            meant was that I got credit for French one and two in high school, and
                            went to college and had to enroll in French three, and when I walked
                            into my French classroom, the first thing teacher said was, you know, no
                            more English. And I was totally lost. So as a result of that I ended up
                            being what we call a fifth-year senior, and completed everything for
                            graduation except French in four years and so I had to stay a fifth year
                            just trying to pass French.</p>
                        <p>In the classes where I was the only Black, I really felt like I was a fly
                            in buttermilk. I would often be the first to raise my hand, the last one
                            to be called on. If I was called on the entire class would stop,
                            everybody would turn and stare at me. Umm, which I'm sure you've
                            probably experienced, as a student even if you do know the material, you
                            know the answer, you can sometimes feel intimidated, especially if
                            you're shy, and I am somewhat shy to offer an answer in class. And so to
                            have everything stop and everybody staring down you throat is even more
                            pressure. Umm, I had teachers who, when I would answer a question, <pb
                                id="p7" n="7"/> would paraphrase it, and, but they would do it in
                            such a way, you were left thinking: "Well, I think that is what I said,
                            I'm sure that's the right answer," but it was the way the answer was
                            paraphrased back, or re-said by the teacher that always left you feeling
                            that you were somehow incompetent, something about your answer wasn't
                            right.</p>
                        <p>I can also remember passing in A papers and having them come back with
                            C's on them and no correction marks and going up asking the teacher:
                            "Could you explain to me what I have done wrong, there are no marks on
                            here and I have a C." And being told: "Do you want to go to the office,"
                            you know, "Are you challenging my grading?" It's like: "No, I come from
                            a house where you're not allowed to bring home anything less than a B,
                            and my mom's is going to want an explanation, so I need to be able to
                            explain to her what it is I got wrong so I can work on getting it
                            better." And the teacher was like: "Look, either go to the office or
                            take your seat." Well I know better than to go to the office because
                            again I come from a household where teachers are like demi-gods and
                            anything they say, even if they're wrong, my mother always sided with
                            the teacher. So there was, I felt no support. </p>
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                        <p>I can remember almost getting expelled because I didn't stand up for the
                            school fight song, which was Dixie. You could sit down at my school that
                                <pb id="p8" n="8"/> first year when they played the national anthem,
                            uhh, and nobody would say anything, but if you didn't stand up for
                            Dixie, that was grounds for … expulsion.</p>
                        <p>Also when I was at North, the school mascot was the Confederate soldier
                            and flag. And the students, while we were doing what they called a rebel
                            yell, we were the Rebels, the North High Rebels. And it wasn't until my
                            sister came through which was about five years after I was there that
                            the students had become a little more militant, and they tore, we had a
                            life, bigger than life-size Confederate soldier and the flag on the wall
                            in our gymnasium. Well five and half years after I was at North the
                            students tore that off the wall and built a bonfire with it out in the
                            parking lot. Which started a period of police being present at the
                            school in full uniform, umm, for quite a while. Umm, I think the thing
                            that was, I also remember, at North they like to give seniors an
                            opportunity to practice marching, and so anytime we had assemblies or
                            programs in the gym, the sophomores, and the freshmen would go in, I
                            mean not the freshman, we only had tenth, eleventh and twelfth grades.
                            Sophomores and juniors would go in, and we were to sit in the bleachers,
                            leaving the bleachers closest to the floor for the seniors. And then the
                            seniors <pb id="p9" n="9"/> after everybody else was in, they'd play the
                            school alma mater and everybody else would march in to that.</p>
                        <p>Well, I noticed the first year, when there were only six black students
                            in the senior class, if those six black students - one or all of them -
                            would happen to come up to get in line behind a white person, the person
                            would run. So there was, you could sit and watch them marching into the
                            gym, and you knew when the black students were coming because there
                            would be this gap, or they would come and there would be a big gap
                            behind them. But it was like a lot of the students didn't even want to
                            be near them. But again, like I said, football players, athletes were
                            treated like demi-gods, you would have thought they had been there since
                            forever. You would see people socializing with them, laughing with them,
                            but not other blacks.</p>
                        <p>Same thing would happen when you'd go in the cafeteria, uh, if you put
                            your tray down at a table, it was suddenly like you had a sign: "I'm
                            oozing with the AIDS virus, come near me you'll die of AIDS," because
                            you go to sit down and people at the table just jump up and run. And in
                            adolescence, that can be very, very dis-settling because one of the
                            things that mark the adolescence period of our life is sensitivity. An
                            adolescence can get a tiny pimple on their face and to them it looks
                            like Mt. Everest; <pb id="p10" n="10"/> someone can walk by you and not
                            speak, not because they're mad at you or they don't like you, but
                            because their mind is somewhere else, and as an adolescence you will
                            have a tendency to interpret it as: "Oh, what's wrong with me, why don't
                            they like me, what did I do wrong?" when none of those things are going
                            on.</p>
                        <p>So to have this type of treatment … and for me it was hard because my
                            mother went to great extents to shield us from whites that were not
                            liberal - no, I don't want to say liberal. Whites who would not treat
                            you like a child of God, whites who believed that everybody was equal
                            regardless of race, color, or creed. So, I was there for about three
                            months, because of what my mother had taught me and how she had shielded
                            me from certain types of whites, and then watching the athletes be
                            accepted. It took me three months to realize that people were not
                            running from me and treating me the way they were because I was ugly,
                            but because I was black. Beause I remember the first day I walked into
                            my chemistry class, this girl had gotten to class before me and put her
                            books down and ran to the bathroom. She came back from the bathroom and
                            saw me now sitting behind her, this girl stopped dead in her tracks in
                            the door, looked at me, and just let out this blood curdling scream. You
                            would have thought that I was Freddie <pb id="p11" n="11"/> from the
                            Nightmare movies or something, Friday the 13th. And the teacher did not
                            reprimand her or anything, I mean he went and like calmed her down, and
                            he came over, picked up her books, and like took them over to a desk on
                            the other side of the room away from me.</p>
                        <p>Of all the things that happened, the one that really hurt me the most was
                            a really trite one. After that year of waiting to participate in
                            extra-curricular activities, umm, I went out for letter girl, and it
                            just so happened, my girlfriend's brother was on the football team and
                            there was a white letter girl that really had a crush on him. She tried
                            to make friends with his sister, my girlfriend, we told her that we were
                            going out for letter girl, she said: "Well let me teach you our
                            routines." You know, so … and she explained to us that the way they
                            handle the selection was that you would come on like a Monday when they
                            designated, and the letter girls would work all week teaching you their
                            routines, and then on Friday, everybody would come, you know, try out.</p>
                        <p>Well this chick had taught us all the routines a whole week before the
                            tryouts, before we went to start learning them. So on the first day that
                            we were there the letter girls were working with us and stuff, and my
                            girlfriend and I faked not knowing them for a while, then we got tired
                            of <pb id="p12" n="12"/> faking, so we just started doing them. They
                            were like, Oh wow, look, oh they already know! So they then sat down,
                            and for the rest of the week, they would come and laugh and talk and
                            spent time with each other while we taught the recruits the routine. So
                            naturally, because we were teaching everybody else, we assumed: "hey, we
                            done made it, you know." And so that Friday, umm, just before I was
                            getting ready to leave my house to go to the tryouts, another girlfriend
                            of mine came by, and she wanted to go to the movies afterwards. So I
                            told her, look, I've got go to these tryouts, you know, and then we'll
                            go to the movies. So she went with me, and after everybody had tried
                            out, one of the letter girls came over to my girlfriend that was going
                            to the movies with me and said, Carol Ann, why don't you try out? Carol
                            Ann was like: "Well, you know, I don't even know your routines, I wasn't
                            thinking about letter girl, so I didn't come. I don't know any
                            routines." She said: "Well let me show you a step." So she showed her a
                            step and then she had her to try out.</p>
                        <p>Well, that Monday, you know, me and Sylvia, we couldn't wait to get to
                            school, we knew we had made it. We almost didn't even go look at the
                            names on the list because we were sure our names were on there. But we
                            decided, you know, just so we could lord it over the people who were <pb
                                id="p13" n="13"/> standing there looking and being disappointed to
                            go and look, and we didn't make it, but my girlfriend Carol Ann did. And
                            it wasn't until the first football game when I'm sitting out in the
                            stands looking up at the letter girls, I realized why she made it and
                            Sylvia and I didn't. My girlfriend Sylvia is like three shades darker
                            than me. We had to look for Carol Ann. "Oh yeah, there she is." But if
                            the two of us had been out there, you would have not had to go through
                            any moving of the neck, head, body, we would've stood out. And it was
                            very much like some of the things you saw in integration of the media,
                            the first anchor people, very light skinned. The first black Miss
                            America, they always start with the ones you have to like: "Is she
                            black? Well, maybe, only some of us can tell, you know."</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So your first high school, they were closing it down, and that's why they
                            had to move all of the students out?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>Umm, it wasn't so much that they needed to close it down, or they were
                            going to close it down. That's how Charlotte Mecklenburg decided to
                            integrate schools, they decided to integrate at that point. And as a
                            process of their integration plan, they closed black schools. And it <pb
                                id="p14" n="14"/> was really interesting because a lot of the black
                            schools, because of racism, they were newer than the white schools
                            because for a long time we didn't have any schools. Because for a long
                            time, we didn't have any schools, so a lot of the white schools they
                            using were much older, and far more, in much worse physical condition,
                            they would have been the more likely choices to close. But instead they
                            closed our schools and bused us to them, because naturally they wouldn't
                            want to come to us. Just like here in Davidson, Ada Jenkins [the black
                            elementary school] was built long after Davidson Elementary. But when
                            they decided … because the same year they closed the tenth grade at the
                            high school, they also closed the second grade. I thought they had done
                            this all over the county, but I found out a few years ago, that, that
                            only happened here in Mecklenburg County. Their way of beginning
                            integration was to close grades, close those two grades, that didn't
                            happen, you know in Charlotte or Huntersville.</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And did you ever get a chance to participate in any other clubs or
                            activities in the other high school?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>Band and glee club my senior year. Umm, they would not - well, by my
                            senior year, I no longer had the academic <pb id="p15" n="15"/> average,
                            but they didn't accept my membership in the National Honor Society I had
                            made in the tenth grade. But again, I saw other students transferring
                            in, they were white, that were automatically accepted into the honor
                            society but we were told we had to wait a year. And naturally, after a
                            year we weren't, we wouldn't have the grade point average.</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And so what was the main political thing going on at the time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>The thing, the political thing that was going on was very interesting
                            because it has now come full circle. I realize that because of Brown vs.
                            the Board of Education, the decision to desegregate schools, they had a
                            choice. They really had a choice between the desegregating the schools
                            or desegregating the community, and they decided to work with the
                            schools as opposed to the community. Now we are back to this
                            community-based school, which is going to take us, bring that issue back
                            to the front again. Politically, umm, otherwise, if you're talking about
                            demonstrations and reactions, there were none. The demonstrations came,
                            with umm, right after the Brown vs. Board of Education decision when, I
                            think it was 1957, that <pb id="p16" n="16"/> was in 1954. In 1957, they
                            decided to integrate the first white schools, because I went in 1965,
                            that was when I entered into this. But in 1957, Dorothy Counts, whose
                            daughter graduated from here a couple of years ago, Nicole Scoggins,
                            because Dorothy married a Scoggins, so, but umm, they decided to let her
                            be the one student that was going to integrate one of the high schools.
                            And umm, I think she lasted four days, because she experienced more of
                            what you see in the tapes of the civil rights movement. People name-
                            calling and throwing spitballs and stuff, there weren't any dogs.</p>
                        <p>Charlotte was, North Carolina in general, was a very subtle racist state.
                            When I say subtle, they would much rather do something subtle, then to
                            be overt with their racism. And if your eyes are not open, if you are
                            not really paying attention you won't realize what's going on. So even,
                            I was very surprised to learn, because I wasn't here, I was already in
                            college - when King died, there was no reaction here. Other cities, you
                            know, there was anger, there was protests. The only thing that seemed to
                            be going on in Davidson, and it's interesting that I was here maybe a
                            week or so after it happened, was the barber shop here in Davidson, that
                            got some nationally publicity in terms of students protesting. That was
                            typical North Carolina, as <pb id="p17" n="17"/> backwards racism.
                            Because according to the man who owned the barber shop, they made it
                            look as though it was his decision, as a black man, not to cut black
                            hair in a white barber shop. When, he didn't make the law, they did, all
                            he was doing was knowing if didn't enforce the law, he'd lose his
                            customers, therefore he'd lose business. It was nothing that he really
                            had control over. Sure, he could make the decision, since it was his
                            business, to let blacks in, but he knew what that was going to mean
                            because the law was there, he'd been breaking the law. But, that's the
                            closet I think there was to any demonstrations around this area. [For a
                            more detailed account of this event from the barber's perspective, see
                            Ralph W. Johnson, <hi rend="i">David Played a Harp: An
                            Autobiography</hi>, Blackwell Ink, Inc., 2000]</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Were you happy with your choice? Well did you really make the choice -
                            the teachers gave you an option.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>The teachers gave me an option, and the way I looked at it, I had looked
                            forward all my life, because all my aunts and uncles graduated from that
                            high school, of when I would be a senior at Torrence-Lytle. And so I was
                            very disappointed and very hurt after that first year. But there was
                            nowhere else I could go at that point. So <pb id="p18" n="18"/> anywhere
                            else was going to be a new school, even a black school, and so I
                            finished North. And I can remember again, one of the saddest times was
                            graduation night, and the guy that was in my history class and I we were
                            waiting outside of the auditorium to march in and we were standing there
                            talking to each other. And people we all excited, a lot of them had
                            their bathing suits and things under their graduation gowns. They had
                            been looking forward to graduation night and all the parties and things
                            just as we had. For them it was a happy occasion and for us it was like:
                            "Thank you Jesus this shit is over and we can get out of here." There
                            was none of the excitement that we had looked forward to as ninth
                            graders and tenth graders in terms of thinking about your senior year.
                            We were just ready to get the heck out of Dodge and were glad to get out
                            of there. As a result of my experience at North, I came away from there,
                            my attitude towards whites, and I graduated in 1967, height of the civil
                            rights movement, was like: "Give me a gun and I'll kill as many white
                            people as I can before they kill me." I mean I really hated white
                            people, and because of the way they treated me. And my father at that
                            time, of all places wanted me to go to an all-white, all-girls' school,
                            U.N.C.-G[reensboro] was Greensboro College, and it was all white, all
                            female. And <pb id="p19" n="19"/> it was like: "Look man, you want me to
                            go to college, you best let me go where I want to go." And so I ended up
                            thinking that: "I'm getting as far away from that type of treatment as I
                            could," and went to Howard in Washington and discovered that Black
                            people treat each other the same way, but based on the shade of black.
                            So, I went from North, were I was treated like crap because I was Black,
                            to Howard, where I was treated like crap by teachers and some students
                            because I was the wrong shade of black. I wasn't light, bright, pretty
                            in white, sitting on my hair. So, by the end of first semester, freshman
                            year, I hated black folk.</p>
                        <p>So I'm like walking around: "I hate Black folks, I hate White people,
                            ain't got time for foreigners because I grew up in Davidson and there
                            weren't no foreigners," and just became very isolated. And came back
                            home that summer and took a job here at the college, and met a White
                            woman that went out of her way to be friends with me. And I ignored he
                            for as long as I could, and after I decided she was too dumb to give up,
                            I decided: "Well let me test this bitch and see if she for real." And I
                            did, and she passed every test, and she made me stop and realize that I
                            had met, if I really was honest, some really good White people and some
                            really good Black people. Had met some really <pb id="p20" n="20"/>
                            asinine Black folk and some really asinine White folks. It had nothing
                            to do with skin color, you know, asses come in all colors. So it's not
                            about judging somebody, as King would say, by their skin color, but by
                            the content of their character.</p>
                        <p>And that was a turning point in how I dealt with human beings. I didn't
                            stop seeing color, cause I think that that's an oxymoron when people say
                            that, but I did stop judging people by their color, and started being
                            open. If you treat me like a child of God, I don't care what race, sex,
                            you know, lifestyle, or whatever you are, I'll accept you.</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How did your mom and dad take it when you first went, were they happy
                            or…?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>Actually, I realize in retrospect, because I didn't understand it at the
                            time, because I didn't really start looking at my parents as human
                            beings until I was about twenty-five. I mean when I say human beings,
                            they were always my parents, but parents have a way of being demi-gods,
                            and you don't really watch them, observe them … you don't really judge
                            them the way you may other human beings. They were frightened. I didn't
                            realize that at the <pb id="p21" n="21"/> time, because you know, you
                            don't think your parents are scared of anything, and then as you get
                            older and get to know them, and realize they're human too, and yeah,
                            they really are scared. I realized they were scared. I also realized, I
                            had to accept that they couldn't help me. Because I can remember coming
                            home and sharing with my mom some of the things that I was experiencing
                            as they were happening. And what she would say was: "Look, I didn't send
                            you to school to be happy, I sent you to school to get an education. You
                            can deal with that if you want to, but your focus needs to be on getting
                            an education. If somebody doesn't treat you right, or they don't seem to
                            like you, that's not important. That's not what you're there for." And
                            that was not how she should've have responded, but I realize now in
                            retrospect, she was doing the best she could.</p>
                        <p>Like she said, she didn't have Oprah back then, so she didn't know what
                            to say. And I'm like: "Thank God for Oprah now, but I sure wish Oprah
                            had been thirty years sooner than she was." And that's pretty much been
                            the story for me. I mean it was like it started with school, but I found
                            myself, after graduating from Howard, and it probably had to do with the
                            field I went in to, my undergraduate degree was in psychology, and for
                            the first ten years after <pb id="p22" n="22"/> college I was blessed to
                            work in master-level positions with an undergraduate degree in
                            psychology with only a bachelor's. You don't find a lot of Black people
                            in the field of psychology, so I was always a fly in buttermilk, I was
                            always the only Black. And so I began to realize that not just my
                            parents, but a lot of Blacks, because they had not had the opportunities
                            and the exposure that I had, I not figured out how to deal with White
                            people, how to relate with them, how to live with them, how to work with
                            them. I found myself repeatedly going to older Blacks, or Blacks that I
                            thought knew more than I did, trying to get some keys as to how do I
                            deal with the situation - "How do I handle this?" - and I've never been
                            able to.</p>
                        <p>The most recent being coming back here, because I've been back here since
                            1985, a little over, almost over, yeah, a little over fifteen years, and
                            as a minister, trying to get support, help from - I belong to a Black
                            Presbyterian ministerial association, which for a long time I was the
                            only woman. I always find myself being the only Black or the only woman
                            wherever I go. I don't know why I don't get to go to majority places
                            but, at any rate, I got mad at them in trying to get help. And it took
                            me about five or six years to realize that they weren't not helping me
                            because they didn't wan to, or they didn't care, they <pb id="p23"
                                n="23"/> didn't know either. In fact, they were more afraid of
                            Whites than I was. They had not had enough contact and interaction with
                            them to realize: "Well they're really no different. Everybody gets up in
                            the morning and puts one leg in their pants and then they put the other
                            one in. And, we are all the same and there's no reason for us to fear
                            each other." And I experience that fear on both sides of the racial
                            divide. I see the fear in Whites, in terms of things like, saying things
                            like: "Well I don't know if I would feel, be welcome if I went to a
                            Black church." "Well of course you'd be welcome, you'd be a lot more
                            welcome than I've been walking into all-White churches." And then Blacks
                            who will hide their fear behind: "Aww naww man, you know I work with
                            them all day, you know, I don't want to be hanging out with them after
                            work." Which is really just an excuse of fear, it's like: "I don't think
                            I'll know what to say, I don't think I'll know how to act." "Well it
                            doesn't matter, they don't think like that, we shouldn't either."</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What in general do you think desegregation accomplished?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>You know, I know that people who are older thought that that was the
                            answer, that that was one way we might <pb id="p24" n="24"/> get a fair
                            shot at experiencing the American Dream and getting our piece of the
                            pie. If you want my honest opinion, I think that integration was one of
                            the worst things that could've been done to us. I think it would've been
                            more loving, more compassionate, if they just all, injected us all with
                            advanced AIDS, and let us die, because I see more negative repercussions
                            for us than I feel positive strides. First of all, the playing field has
                            never been level. When the Civil Rights Movement changed the laws, but
                            it did nothing, and laws aren't supposed to, but nothing was done to
                            change attitudes and hearts, so we're really not that much better off
                            than when we were before the Civil Rights Movement. A few Blacks were
                            able to advance, but even those few that were able to get through the
                            door and advance, there was a glass ceiling for them. The majority, the
                            masses of our people, nothing's changed for them. It's just like the
                            Depression, I used to hear my grandparents talking about not knowing
                            when the Depression was because they were so poor already: "The
                            Depression, what was that?" You know, it was just another day for them,
                            but for people who had something it was a bad time. And, for what the
                            masses of Black people have gained through segregation, umm, it just, I
                            don't think it was worth it. I see our students being totally out of
                            touch now with their <pb id="p25" n="25"/> own history and culture, I
                            see the self-hatred that they've developed and don't even realize. It
                            bothers me now that I hear so many Black students who consider being
                            intelligent and smart White, not thinking about what that implies: "If
                            that's White, then what is Black?" Because they're making a statement
                            about what it means to be Black, if when you're using appropriate
                            English, if when you're using standard English, if you're really …
                            striving academically, for peers to consider that you're acting White.
                            No, you're acting like an intelligent human being. But things like that
                            just bother me. I think we've really lost more than we've gained.</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="2">JONETTA JOHNSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And you mentioned you had a sister who also went to North Meck?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">BRENDA TAPIA:</speaker>
                        <p>I have two sisters, one is five-and-a-half years younger than me, and one
                            is eleven. The one five-and-a-half went to North, in fact she started
                            integrating schools, she was in the second grade the year I was going to
                            the eleventh. So she has pretty much been in all White schools all of
                            her life. Totally out of touch with her culture and her heritage, and
                            never had the opportunity. I see a lot of the problems she's having now
                            as having now as an adult as <pb id="p26" n="26"/> a reflection of that
                            because she has no self-esteem. In fact, she has a physical ailment now
                            that in medical circles is considered a victim's disease, people who
                            feel victimized. And not only did she go to school with predominantly
                            White schools and colleges, but then she went into a very rich White
                            environment to teach school, and could never understand why suggestions
                            she made were never accepted, I mean she went through this.</p>
                        <p>And, like I see some Black students here, things happen to them and they
                            take it personally. Because if you don't have someone correcting your
                            viewpoint and giving you the real perspective of what's going on, it's
                            very easy to think that: "It's me," when: "No it's not you." It's not
                            always you; many times it's the system or environment that you're in. So
                            I think that I can definitely see where desegregation really affected
                            her. She didn't get to experience ten years of being - feeling loved,
                            supported, being cared about, being touched, being seen. She spent most
                            of her life invisible, and I see her in many ways going overboard, to
                            quote: "Be seen." I don't have that need as greatly as she has it. My
                            younger sister didn't even get to finish school here because of what was
                            going on. The middle school here in Huntersville, Alexander, before you
                            go to North, the problems that they were having <pb id="p27" n="27"/>
                            there between the races were so bad, and this is like - right now, it's
                            very calming to have police. In fact schools have their own security
                            system and their officers often wear uniforms. When I was coming along,
                            it was not the case. So it was very unusual to have police at your
                            school every day. And so by the time she was ready to go to Alexander,
                            police were almost a permanent picture there.</p>
                        <p>I used to call, well not really until I came back here to start Love of
                            Learning, I realized, Alexander was what I call a gatekeeper school.
                            Until about the fourth year of Love of Learning, I didn't think
                            Alexander offered anything in terms of math, other than basic, basic,
                            advanced basic, or general basic - basic, and advanced basic math,
                            because that's all I saw on Black kids report cards. It wasn't until I
                            was - the chaplain was complaining about the difficulty his daughter was
                            having with geometry, and I said: "I thought your daughter was in middle
                            school?" And he said: "She is." I said. "You mean they have Geometry at
                            Alexander?" He said: "Yeah, they've always had Geometry at Alexander." I
                            said: "Oh, I thought they just had basic, and advanced basic math and
                            pre-basic math." Because that was all I was seeing on Black kids report
                            cards, and then I realized that's what they were being offered. And when
                            you follow that type of math schedule in junior high school, <pb
                                id="p28" n="28"/> there's no way you're going to be ready for
                            college by the twelfth grade.</p>
                        <p>So rather than saying to you what my guidance counselor at North, said to
                            me when I walked in to ask him for a catalog to Howard, he said: "Howard
                            University, I never heard of it. But besides, you people don't need to
                            go to college anyway. Now I got a friend down at Howard and Johnson's in
                            Charlotte, I can get you a job in housekeeping. You folks don't need to
                            waste your time going to college." So rather than having to be ignorant
                            enough to say that, you can subtly do that by controlling the track the
                            child is in and what courses they take. Which is what they do in
                            Alexander, besides the verbal harassment, which if you were to take a
                            drive now around Davidson and Cornelius, you would see a lot of Black
                            men my age group and below, who are just standing on the corner. They're
                            just alcoholics going nowhere. I can't completely blame their situation
                            on Alexander, but that's sure where it started. Many of those men never
                            finished high school. They didn't have sense enough to realize the game
                            that was being run on them, and they embraced being put out of school.
                            If our schools had been left open, it's quite likely that instead of
                            those men standing on the corner, they'd have businesses on the corner.</p>
                        <pb id="p29" n="29"/>
                        <p>It's important to me that we try to supplement what [de]segregation has
                            done, and that's why the emphasis of the program in one ear, is one
                            Black History and culture. And our mission statement makes it clear: I
                            seek to help students realize who they are and whose they are, enabling
                            them and empowering them to become successful and productive world
                            citizens. If you don't know who you are and where you're going, and
                            where you come from, it's very difficult for you to know how to get
                            where you're going to go anywhere. It's very interesting to me that now
                            I graduated in 1967, not much has changed in Charlotte Mecklenburg in
                            those years. The racism is even more blatant now. I have students every
                            year, coming in at the beginning of the year - I work with secondary
                            students, grades nine through twelve. And I get stories about how they
                            walk into class on the first day and their teacher will say stuff like:
                            "Yes, may I help you?" And the student will look at their card and go:
                            "Advanced Chemistry, 06 Preyer, umm, no thank-you," and the teacher will
                            say: "Let me see your class card." And then the student will notice at
                            the end of the class, other students coming in are not treated that way,
                            student looks around: "Oh, I'm the only Black person here, so evidently
                            they thought I was in the wrong place because it was an Advanced
                            Chemistry class." Or students <pb id="p30" n="30"/> raising their hands:
                            "Yes what do you want, you're asking another question?" Another child
                            who is not of that race: "Yes Mary, Tommy, do you have another
                            question?" You know, that's blatant, so it's just a shame it hasn't
                            changed.</p>
                    </sp>
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