A half century ago this month the Thomasville (GA) Sheriff told me to leave Georgia and NEVER COME BACK.
At the time I was working in the watermelon and tobacco fields owned by some distant rich relatives on my mom's side. One day I was sent with the crew into town to load our melons into a semi and then lunch at a Jim Crow walk-up dinner in the small town. The procedure was that each of the other field hands (blacks) were to give me their order and money. Then I was to make the food orders to the white owner and cooks at the White's Only window so we didn't have to wait so long.
