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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>World War II Lessons That We're Still Fighting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Summer of 1966<br>I had been working<br>Since I turned eighteen<br>As an apprentice pressman</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was summertime in San Francisco<br>I got to work full time so in the Fall<br>I could afford to work part-time<br>And go to college </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dad had been<br>A newspaper pressman<br>Since he returned home<br>From WW II in the Pacific</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He got me my job at the Chronicle<br>That was how you got union jobs<br>You had to know someone<br>Who was already working there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's why no Blacks were in our union<br>None worked upstairs either<br>To report there were none <br>Working on the presses downstairs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dad was only seventeen <br>When he and his buddies<br>Signed up for the Navy<br>Right after Pearl Harbor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His graduation was in North Carolina<br>Learning how to be a tail-gunner <br>Getting ready to ship out and find out<br>What the wide white line was for</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Painted down the middle of the floor<br>Of the hall where the band played loud<br>While young men danced with women<br>Most would never see again<br> <br>The local civilians thought<br>Concessions were being made<br>By even allowing them<br>In the building</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But my dad saw firsthand<br>They knew their place<br>One side of the dance floor <br>Restrooms bar and buffet tables</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where for Whites Only<br>Sailors Waves nurses and<br>Local white females <br>Waiting to dance and be held</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The other side of the line <br>Not to be crossed<br>Its restrooms bar and separate buffet<br>Were for the Blacks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They all danced <br>To the same music<br>Only careful not to cross<br>That wide white painted line</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Summer of 1966<br>We danced in Golden Gate Park<br>Silly us - - - Did we think we had erased<br>That wide white dividing line</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tom+J.+Mariani">Tom J. Mariani</a><div class=q>
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I had been working
Since I turned eighteen
As an apprentice pressman

It was summertime in San Francisco
I got to work full time so in the Fall
I could afford to work part-time
And go to college 

My dad had been
A newspaper pressma..."></div>
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