So... **TWO** GODDAMNED MINUTES??
If that's accurate then a whole lot of talking point narratives just went up in smoke...
Link to tweet
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...how much longer could it take for the manager to know these guys are black.
it was really a survival guide.
vimeo.com/146908911
Growing up, my next door neighbor (who would have been in his 100s now) was originally from Tennessee and he would drive down there several times a year. He also loved new cars and would get a new one every 3 years (e.g., the last one before he died was I think an '80s model Chrysler LaBaron with landau roof). Whenever he drove below the Mason-Dixon line however, he said he kept a chaffeur's cap in his glove compartment as he would regularly be stopped for driving a late model car.
to go anywhere "below the Mason-Dixon Line". We had to sortof drag her on the plane to go to a cousin's wedding in Atlanta but then she said she would be willing to "fly over it". My father had family in Chattanooga and would go down there occasionally but always flew.
The only place we would do long-distance driving was up to NH where my mother's sister lived with my uncle and cousins. 
And yes, it's funny but I have an old pic of my mom on Chicken Bone Beach from ~1932! 
One of my uncles (my father's sister's husband) had family who lived in AC for a couple generations.
and one of the times we were in AC, we asked what streets it was near (since we laughed about recognizing the "Monopoly" street names). Eventually found out it was around Missouri Ave.
They have a whole historical society devoted to it - https://www.chickenbonebeach.org/black-history
I remember in the early-'70s after my father died, my aunt (his sister) made sure to rent a cabana near our hotel, mainly as a reminder for when they could not do so back in the '40s, including not being allowed on the beach anywhere near where we were staying at the time.
but where to buy gas, where to eat, where to go to the bathroom, where to sit in a theater (in many movie theaters even in the north, blacks had to sit up in the balcony in the old-style movie theaters), what beach you were allowed on, and even what cemetery you could be buried in (yes, cemeteries were segregated).
Until the 1950s, about 90 percent of all public cemeteries in the U.S. employed a variety of racial restrictions. Until recently, to enter a cemetery was to experience, as a University of Pennsylvania geography professor put it, the “spatial segregation of the American dead.” Even when a religious cemetery was not entirely race restricted, different races were buried in separate parts of the cemetery, with whites usually getting the more attractive plots.
Some white Americans did fight against this policy. Abolitionists, such as Thaddeus Stevens, a radical Republican and chair of the House Ways and Means Committee during the Civil War, insisted on being buried in a nonsegregated burial ground. Stevens chose to be buried in an interracial cemetery in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, after his death in 1868. The issue of interracial eternal repose was so important to him that he wrote it into his own epitaph. His tombstone read: “I repose in this quiet and secluded spot, not from any natural preference for solitude; but, finding other cemeteries limited as to race, by charter rules, I have chosen this that I may illustrate in my death, the principles which I advocated through a long life, equality of man before the Creator.”
From the 1920s through the 1950s, courts did not consider cemeteries to be “public accommodations,” so cemeteries did not qualify for special civil rights protections. But in May 1948, the Supreme Court ruled in Shelley v. Kraemer that state enforcement of racially restrictive covenants in land deeds violated the equal protection clause of the 14th Amendment. This had a major impact on the ability of blacks to buy houses in white neighborhoods, but it also affected the de-segregation of cemeteries. Whites-only restrictions on cemetery plots could no longer hold up in court. As a sign of the slowly changing times, several interracial cemeteries appeared in the 1950s. Charles Diggs Sr., a black undertaker and florist in Detroit, bought land to create an interracial cemetery just outside the city in 1953. Mount Holiness Cemetery in Butler, New Jersey, also promoted itself as an interracial cemetery in black newspapers like the New York Age in the 1950s.
But since blacks and whites continued to live and worship separately, such initiatives were few and far between.
http://www.slate.com/blogs/atlas_obscura/2017/01/16/america_s_segregated_cemeteries_are_important_troves_of_forgotten_black.html
Thank you for sharing my delight at finding the book. 
I'm going to share it with my grandchildren.
I had stumbled on that last year I think but never had chance to sit and listen to the whole thing. Explains why my parents always had us look for Essos when doing road trips.
that something like that was needed. 
The white people got scared and said "Holy shit, what are we gonna do about these uppity POCs?"
Southerners who joined the KKK after the Civil War, didn't consider themselves racists before the war. Things were different then, in the old days a white person couldn't be convicted of harming a POC. So during Reconstruction they found it necessary to wear hoods and keep their identities secret. It's not right, but that's how it happened.
That same fear occurs nowadays when a retail manager sees 2 POCs walking into the store together. He thinks "It must be a hold-up or something. I'd better call the police, just in case."
and dress just like my millennial nephews who are around their age. It's a "uniform".
...when he tried to justify horrible policing by talking about these men's attitude upon arrest and the fact they slighted the cops by suggesting they make about $40K a year.
The more information, the worse those employees and officers look. 
Mic you just threw. 
I've waited 20 for my friends to meet me at a restaurant and no one called the cops on me. 
Hmm, what could the difference be?
Yeah alot of us remember Rizzo -
That's why enough protests happened to take his fucking statue down and put it somewhere -
so chances are.... Well you get my drift.
John N. Mitchell Tribune Staff Writer 22 hrs ago
The neighborhood at the heart of last week’s Starbucks controversy is notorious for its high incidents of stop-and-frisks that have long targeted African-American men, according to a national organization dedicated to defending and expanding individual rights and personal freedoms.
Just 3 percent of the residents in the tony Rittenhouse Square neighborhood that includes the Starbucks at 18th and Spruce streets are African American. However, 67 percent of the stops by police in that area in the first half of 2017 were of African Americans, according to the American Civil Liberties Union of Pennsylvania.
The two other police service areas in that district, known as District 9, showed equally dissimilar stoppage rates. In one of the bordering police service areas, a staggering 84 percent of the stops took place in a neighborhood where African Americans represent just 16 percent of the residents.
In 2010, the ACLU of Pennsylvania sued the city, contending that the Philadelphia Police Department’s use of stop-and-frisk was discriminatory. ACLU data showed that African Americans were far more likely to be stopped and frisked than whites. According to the ACLU, those stops were often without justifiable cause.
http://www.phillytrib.com/news/blacks-more-likely-stop-and-frisk-targets-in-rittenhouse-square/article_7ad7af27-4e0e-5677-bffb-e6e990483c95.html
...black folks are a scary bunch. Not like the rest of us.
(Yeah, that's sarcasm...)
And what if someone wanders in from a bar slurring drunk and orders a coffee to "sober up" and goes into the bathroom and not only pukes all over it, but rips a paper towel unit from the wall because he couldn't focus enough to pull a few towels out?
