‘Gentiles Only’

Boyhood Memories of an Ordinary Bigotry

It was early morning, and bunches of school kids stood by their mailboxes in the cool autumn air, waiting for the school bus. Just one bus plied these arrow-straight country roads, picking up students at one- and two-mile intervals—students not only from all different grade levels but indeed from different schools, both public and parochial. In one tiny farm village, little more than a general store, tavern, church, and fifteen houses, the bus door opened to admit a half-dozen children....

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Paul J. Schaefer, a retired magazine editor, lives in Clinton Corners, New York.