Chapel Hill/Carrboro History

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May 25, 1963: ~350 people marched to protest segregated businesses.

Leftists some would call them.
“Integrationists” in that headline wasn’t exactly a compliment.

May 1963 “Liberal” Chapel Hill was a segregated, rascist town.

We moved to Chapel Hill in 1967.

We NEVER ate at Brady’s. Why? The bigoted owners.

We never ate at The Pines….even when my well-off grandfather came to town or after my Dad’s career took off. Why? The owners were bigots.

We did eat at the Danzigers’s restaurants - why? They were good and the owners weren’t bigots.
 
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“Integrationists” in that headline wasn’t exactly a compliment.

May 1863 “Liberal” Chapel Hill was a segregated, rascist town.

We moved to Chapel Hill in 1967.

We NEVER ate at Brady’s. Why? The bigoted owners.

We never ate at The Pines….even when my well-off grandfather came to town or after my Dad’s career took off. Why? The owners were bigots.

We did eat at the Danzigers’s restaurants - why? They were good and the owners weren’t bigots.
We did not either
 
My brother (now a trumper) took me to Brady's when I was a senior in high school and had been accepted to Carolina. We went with one of the other Realtors that he worked with at the time. He was a grizzled old storyteller and I was regaled with the "Total Chapel Hill-ness" of Brady's to the degree that I left thinking it was one of the town's sacred spots. This was 1976.

Flash forward to the first week living in the dorm (Everett) and Freshman-me is being included in a big group dinner junket.Upperclassmen had cars just outside in the N-4 lot. I mentioned Brady's as a destination expecting it to be under consideration. My dorm, despite its North Campus location was somewhat integrated as was the junket group. Frowns appeared and one of the wise juniors tasked with teaching the freshmen declared Brady's a 'no go.' Later he informed me about the racism there. He also let me know the scoop on Colonial Drug should I wander that far down Franklin.

Eventually I read John Ehle's The Freemen and learned a good bit more about the full story. I recommend it highly for anyone interested in the history of the town of their Alma Mater. You'll learn some horrible things about Watts Grill outside of town on the road to Pittsboro in that read.

 
My mother actually was a very good cook. But she did not enjoy cooking and her cooking ability was NOT how she chose to self-identify. So, usually the fare she served was plain and easy/quick to fix. Which was why anytime we had guests for dinner, we kids were on our best behavior, lest we be banished from the house and miss the scrumptious feast that she had prepared for the guests.
 
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