Garwin DeBerry

There was never any outward violence. Of course, we used to hate when it snowed because at Lane, on the bottom floor, the windows would raise, and you could stick your hand out and get a big snowball. So they’d wait for us. And we’d walk down the hall, and here go the (sound effects for throwing snowballs). You’d turn around, everybody’s, you know, like, what’s wrong? Then we’d go into cafeteria. Of course, three or four of us would sit together. Nobody else is — we know we sat, and everybody else is the white sea all around us. And all of the sudden an apple would fly over and hit the middle of the table, banana, all that kind of stuff.