Georgia Students Want To Hold The First Integrated Prom In Their High School’s History

2013 and racism is still alive and kicking:

ROCHELLE, GA –

They share the classroom, the football field, and the baseball diamond, but the school is still holding on to a vestige of this country’s darkest days of segregation.

“We’re embarrassed, it’s embarrassing,” exclaimed Stephanie Sinnot, Mareshia Rucker, Quanesha Wallace, and Keela Bloodworth.

The group has been friends since the 4th grade and they say they do everything together, except prom night.

“We are all friends,” said Stephanie. “That’s just kind of not right that we can’t go to prom together.”

Stephanie and Keela are white and Mareshia and Quanesha are black. They’re seniors at Wilcox County High School, a school that has never held an integrated prom during its existence.

“There’s a white prom and there’s an integrated prom,” said Keela.

The rule is strictly enforced, any race other than Caucasian wouldn’t dare to attend the white prom.

“They would probably have the police come out there and escort them off the premises,” said Keela.

That was the case just last year as a biracial student was turned away by police. It’s been that way for as long as anyone can remember and it doesn’t stop at prom. Homecoming is also segregated. Normally, there would be a court for each race, but for the first time the school decided to elect only one homecoming court, Quanesha won. But there were still two separate dances.

“I felt like there had to be a change,” said Quanesha. “For me to be a black person and the king to be a white person, I felt like why can’t we come together.”

Quanesha wasn’t invited to the white homecoming. In fact, the pair took separate pictures for the school yearbook.

RIP Roger Ebert

The Chicago Sun Times is reporting that Roger Ebert died. This one stings. I always enjoyed reading his reviews and found him to be one of the most thoughtful movie critics. His writing on his blog after his first few bouts of cancer were always a must read. His blog is currently down but his essay “I do not fear death” is reposted on Salon and is worth a read on this very sad day.

I know it is coming, and I do not fear it, because I believe there is nothing on the other side of death to fear. I hope to be spared as much pain as possible on the approach path. I was perfectly content before I was born, and I think of death as the same state. I am grateful for the gifts of intelligence, love, wonder and laughter. You can’t say it wasn’t interesting. My lifetime’s memories are what I have brought home from the trip. I will require them for eternity no more than that little souvenir of the Eiffel Tower I brought home from Paris.

I don’t expect to die anytime soon. But it could happen this moment, while I am writing. I was talking the other day with Jim Toback, a friend of 35 years, and the conversation turned to our deaths, as it always does. “Ask someone how they feel about death,” he said, “and they’ll tell you everyone’s gonna die. Ask them, In the next 30 seconds? No, no, no, that’s not gonna happen. How about this afternoon? No. What you’re really asking them to admit is, Oh my God, I don’t really exist. I might be gone at any given second.”

Me too, but I hope not. I have plans. Still, illness led me resolutely toward the contemplation of death. That led me to the subject of evolution, that most consoling of all the sciences, and I became engulfed on my blog in unforeseen discussions about God, the afterlife, religion, theory of evolution, intelligent design, reincarnation, the nature of reality, what came before the big bang, what waits after the end, the nature of intelligence, the reality of the self, death, death, death.

Many readers have informed me that it is a tragic and dreary business to go into death without faith. I don’t feel that way. “Faith” is neutral. All depends on what is believed in. I have no desire to live forever. The concept frightens me. I am 69, have had cancer, will die sooner than most of those reading this. That is in the nature of things. In my plans for life after death, I say, again with Whitman:

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,

If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

And with Will, the brother in Saul Bellow’s “Herzog,” I say, “Look for me in the weather reports.”

The Beatles – Unplugged

Just when you thought that everything that could be said that was new, fresh, or unusual about the Beatles}’ later history was already out there, along comes The Beatles: Unplugged, a bootleg CD so good that the folks at Apple and EMI ought to be kicking themselves for not thinking of it first. This disc (which is sort-of subtitled “The Kinfaun-Session,” referring to George Harrison’s Esher home) pulls together the 23 songs that Harrison, John Lennon, and Paul McCartney recorded as works-in-progress at Harrison’s home in May of 1968. Most of what’s here was eventually heard either on The Beatles [White Album surfacing with new lyrics as &”A Jealous Guy,” etc.) or B-sides (&”What’s the New Mary Jane”), and on various bootlegs.

(via Dangerous Minds)