Boiling Spring, you know now don't you, is a place that had not changed since the Civil War. That means pre- not post-Civil War. The black families lived where the white families didn't. In school, Mrs. Hammerick never touched the black children not even the girls with their pretty braids sometimes three or four with ends clasped in bright plastic balls. Mrs. Hammerick hugged me once in front of my mother. Her red velveteen blazer with a gold reindeer in mid-leap protruding from its lapel covered me and made me forget to breathe for almost thirty seconds afterward
There was still some sort of segregation, and I wonder what it was like in Boiling Springs. After reading this text, I wonder how these kids were treated in class and why Mrs. Hammerick decided to hug her.