Right, only black folks I routinely dealt with in GI were the folks at the convenience store in Black Oak where I’d get squares for my mom from and a few folks from the west side of Glen Park who were friends and went to Lew Wallace. In the 90s when black folks started moving to Merrillville the racist there were a trip until they got out of town. But it was still that shield like you said, and like you fam, the further down 65 I went after HS, realized what a bubble we had, now I look back fondly on how GI taught me to love myself and my people, because we were all we had.
