A friend who was thinking back on this time in their life sent this to me: "I moved to Wilmington in The fall
of 1969, I graduated from John T Hoggard high school in 1970. I moved there from Southwest VA. I had viewed the sixties and all of that turmoil on a black and white TV, in my beloved mountains. Wilmington was a racist hell hole. I was stunned by the poverty of the large black community. Many didn’t even have running water, there weren’t paved streets, there was a large ghetto. To implement desegregation, they closed the black high school with a proud tradition and they split the black kids between the two high schools. Violence broke out my first day in school. It erupted because they called all the seniors into the gym and told them there was no room for graduation there and they advised them that there were two choices. We could graduate from the rival school, or we could graduate from the closed black school. I can never express the horror that emerged. White students dressed in the fanciest clothes I had ever seen, went up to a microphone saying over and over, “My daddy would never let me graduate from that N-school.” The black students sat in silence. The violence started as we were leaving the gym and it never stopped my senior year. Over and over again the choices that the school administration and board made were completely racist. Like picking all white cheerleaders and giving every opportunity to white students over black ones. Every single time these things happened, there would be beatings and violent rioting in the school. We would be locked in our classrooms to try to protect us. I could never have believed that people could act this way, in spite of seeing the protests and activities to try and obtain racial justice in the 60s on that black and white TV. Wilmington was in color, the color of racism, blood, and violence. Violence continued in Wilmington during those years. The National Guard finally called in at one point. Benjamin Chavez was sent to prison. I worked at Duke and when they allowed him to go to school there I used to see him on campus. Thanks to a former classmate of mine at UNC who is a wonderful writer and journalist, we now know Wilmington was the scene a of a terrible massacre of black people after the Civil War. Believe me, I was not surprised."