To: Lane3 who wrote (3201 ) 1/17/2001 7:13:20 PM From: cosmicforce Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 6089 I went to public school in Georgia (1967) for a year after spending all my elementary school time in Washington state. Washington state is fairly conservative, has good schools, has never been full of religious zealots and has never really had much in the way of race problems. Going to Joe-jah was quite an experience for this kid. In Washington, we had Christmas Pageants and I went to school with a mix of various white and Asian kids and a couple of other ethnicities. None of us ever thought too much about what we looked like or where we went to church, one way or another. Christmas was just the thing we wanted because we were about a week away from break and it was a change from the normal course of study. It was always our hope that it would start snowing. That was the pace. Anyway, when I went to Georgia and started school there, we had to say a prayer before we ate lunch in the cafeteria. It wasn't said it was optional (it wasn't) and I was shocked. We all had to sit there until a dead silence fell. Then, and ONLY then, we were only permitted to eat after we said the prayer. My first day I was not clued in , of course, so I got my plate sat down, started to chow down. Everyone around me looked at me in shocked horror and hissed "We haven't said our prayers yet!" I must have looked like a stunned trout. It became immediately apparent that the Damn Yankee (the only context in which people of proper breeding were allowed to say damn) had no mannahs. It was all white in that school, blacks were in servile positions, wouldn't make eye contact with whites they passed on the streets, and lived in shanties on the edge of town. They had their own schools. Prayer was forced upon the young 'uns and life was good then, huh? When I hear about prayers (or anything that smacks of prayer) anywhere near schools, this is my image. It isn't good.