Julia Shields

I sort of dimly knew that there was something called segregation, but I didn’t know what it meant. And looking back, of course, I know they knew the rules. We didn’t. And I can remember on Saturdays, all of my cousins and I, and our Black friends, would walk downtown to the picture show, and I never — I mean, I was little, but I never noticed that they didn’t go in the entrance that we went in. We all went together, we smoked our candy cigarettes, we had a good time, and then, they just quietly went in the side door.