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The segregated blacks only pool where my parents grew up in Portsmouth Ohio had a huge octopus painted on the wall next to the pool and it was call The Ink Spot. It was still like this in the 80s and 90s when we’d go visit. Blew my mind. Dad was a kid at the other pool, Dreamland (which was the second largest pool east of the Mississippi for years) the day in the early 60s when about 9 black kids jumped the fence and went swimming. He said no arrests were made and instead that pool was no longer segregated after that day. He was glad that now all his friends could go swimming and hang out together.
“One swimmer, who knew that the ratio of acid to pool water was so great that the acid was no longer a threat, drank some of the pool water to calm the other swimmers’ fears.”
that’s when you push this dude in and let him come out as two face. Half Phil Collins version.
More of the story and photos here.
Incredible photo. This was only 56 years ago, and this hate still exists. Its so important to know and learn from this history.
For those (like myself) who were wondering: why does a hotel manager have a jug of acid just laying around? I found the answer in the linked article: "Muriatic acid is undiluted hydrochloric acid and is used in the cleaning of masonry surfaces such as pools."
I often wonder what has happened to the racists in these kind of photos. Did the world seeing the extent of their racism and hatred force them down a path or self reflection and bettering themselves or did their hatred grow deeper?
And the beat goes on…racism is alive and well.
They should have a statue of this guy with his jug of acid on this site, you know, to remember our history.
The place still exists and I bet his son owns it, with this picture framed.
Who has acid on hand?
How fucking crazy is it that we had whites-only establishments just 52 years ago.
Manager triggered by threats of prayer.
so they had acid stored specially for such occasions? insane
At what point do you stop and ask yourself "Are we the baddies?"