I was in the office till about 9 last night, listening carefully to what some ordinary people were saying. As I was driving near to home, I was still looking closely at how people people behave in certain situations and listening carefully to what they say. So I just wanted to relate a little of what I saw and heard of the national discussion about race as it took place among the those that are our future.
I went down Springwood Ave. in Asbury Park, which up until the 1960's had jazz clubs, grocery stores, restaurants and parades. The Asbury Park High School had one of the most powerful brass sections you could imagine. The entire world has heard echos of that sound with the Miami Horns that back up Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes and Bruce and the E Street Band. It makes me sad that sound and that place is gone.
I was on the south side last night, waiting to make a right turn from old Springwood Ave. (They changed the name to Lake Ave. after the riots) onto Main, when a group of about 8 or 9 12 or 13 year old girls crossed the 4 lanes of main, heading toward the west side of the tracks. They took their time crossing the 4 lanes. Someone blew a horn. Upon hearing the horn, the slowest walking girl slowed even more, straightened her back and scowled. She was ready to confront whoever.
About 3 minutes later, I parked near the Great Auditorium at home. There was a group of 8 or 9 kids, 12 or 13 years old near the ice cream store. A girl walked out onto the street and the driver of an oncoming car reacted. A boy in the group said, "Hey there was a car coming ... Be white."