I found it incredible in 1969 that Union Station in Washington D. C. Still had segregated restrooms. I used the one marked "Colored" much to the dismay of some of the PC employees there who threatened me. I told them to go f--- thepmselves. I was 15 and they made sure my cousin who picked me up found out about it, who relayed it to my father. My attitude on it didn't change in any case. All this within walking distance of Congress where the Civil Rights act had been enacted years before.

I find it unbelievable that this goes on in 2013. My grandmother was Ethiopian and while she was alive I was always very close to her. If you saw us together, you'd never know we're related though.

Sorry to hear of your experiences. It is troublesome in a country that struts around the world proclaiming its freedom to all.