Counting the Negroes in (her sister) Edythe`s class, we were six altogether.One of the things I did not like was the unspoken expectation that I would date the Negro fellow at the proms and social events. That was not what I wanted, to be “socially segregated” in this way.
Quite deliberately, I refused to date him. I guess it was a little self-conscious of me, but through all the years we were there, I never dated him because I did not want to acknowledge that covert assumption.
It was not until my junior year that a white student asked me for a date. He was Jewish, a good musician, and he had a fine mind. We had a great deal in common and we went steady for a year, until he graduated (41).