Thank you Spidey's Mom!
I was never beat up. The only fracture I had was a finger FX playing vollyball and lots of skins and scrapes like most kids.
I did see young men hit, punched, knocked down, and such at civil rights events. The police who politely asked me and Grandma to leave threatened some young men. My then boyfriend, who is now a wealthy real estate developer, had run before the police got out of their cars.
I think it interesting that just five years later I read in the paper that the first Black to buy a house in that formerly all White wealthy area was a young attorney named Johnny Cochran.
Spidey's Mom remembers that my Daddy was a classical and jass trumpeter. He also was in the University of Michigan marching bans when he attended on the GI bill.
Before I was born he traveled doing one night stands with the Gene Krupa band sitting next to his idol and life long friend the great Roy Eldridge. Roy was the star and only Negro. My Dad was the good looking black haired White trumpet player sitting next to him in the video. Notice the band bowing when Roy hits a high note.
When they traveled in the South many towns they played had no hotel for colored people. Music lovers invited Roy and my Dad, as his roommate, went too. They ate with the family. Both Roy and my Dad said the food was always great, except my Dad never liked grits.