I remember in the early 90s back in Louisiana. I was playing ball with White Mike and a future lesbian in projects, my granddad pulled up in his truck. He was around 80 then and we was shocked. He said "what do we have here.... A white man and black girl playing basketball." At his age, he has been a adult during the depression.
He has seen a lot. Back then I didn't know what to think. He died a little while later, I never got to really talk to him about life and the past, bcuz I was like 6 or 7. He was a real man too. Like 6'3 250/260. Took no sh:t from no one. The called him a hell raiser around town.
Rest in Peace Grandpa.