The Journal of Disbelief If Jim Cook were a blogger, and not a liar, this is what he would blog today.
In the 1950s, the Trailways bus station in Flagstaff was housed in the railroad depot. Many nights, I sat in a cafe across the street, drinking coffee with my buddies and talking about our dreams of the future.
If black people got off the Trailways bus and started toward the cafe, the proprietress met them at the door. She told them she couldn’t serve them.
The African-Americans did not act surprised, or outraged. They were refused service all across …
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