Hey dad I need to write a graphic novel for school and, do you have any stories
Yeah ill help let's go to the living roo.
your Grandfather grew up in a very small town and when he was young the KKK had power in both of the counties next to his
Maretta, Indiana 1961
In 1961 if you joined the military before the draft you got to pick where you went. My dad wanted to be in the air force.
The proudest i had ever been to have the last name Treon is when your grandfather first told me the story of his bus ride down to boot camp
When he got on the bus the only people were three black men, my dad never found out if they knew each other or not.
There was not a lot of talking, so it was a very long drive down to the base in Texas.
Along the way the bus stopped and picked up more men all of them, white
More and more men got on the only talking were the racial slurs coming from the hicks.
The last stop they made before they got to the base was a combined gas station and diner. All the men got up in to go to the bathroom
Your grandpa was near the back and he could hear the black men talking when he noticed it, there was a sign above the bathroom that said whites only.
He knew that this was wrong, that theses men were maybe giving up their life for these country bums to have their freedom but they could not use the bathroom.
My dad was twenty years old, a thousand miles away from home but he knew what was right and wrong. I will never in my life do something that brave. i have never been more proud to have the last name Treon when told me that story
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They were totally outnumbered but he knew that he had to do something
Man what are we gonna do
It sure was a good thing that he had a 29 inch waist and spent his summers molding concrete.
If they want to get to you they are going to have to go through me!
They all went into the diner together and while the men were in the bathroom he stood outside with his arms crossed.
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he waited for all three to get back on the bus safely before he did anything