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Once Upon A Time, Not So Long Ago
Residents of Pocahontas, VA watch as the Ku Klux Klan marches through the town. You can faintly see the hooded Klan members in the center of the upper half of the photo. This is an undated photo of a photo on display at the Pocahontas Exhibition Coal Mine.
When T was a teen, she once rode her bike through the mountains around Pocahontas on what she thought would be a relaxing trip. She stumbled upon a clearing full of hooded KKK members who had just lynched a man, his body still hanging on the tree. The fact that she is alive to tell the tale tells you just how fast she pedaled to get out of there.
T just turned 40. I am a mere six months older than her. While I was in East Orange, NJ worrying about what boys liked my sister better than me, T was in Pocahontas, VA worrying about staying alive while going to school with the children of the murderers who call themselves "The Klan".
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T confirms the hate is still there. "Including mine [towards them]," she added. But she and I want to bring shockingly diverse tourism to the area to forcefully shake them out of their ignorance, whether they want to be shaken or not. They are deeply racist and homophobic in that area. We'd like to take a Dykes on Bikes tour through there someday.