Texas is where I learned what it's like to be discriminated against (legally, no less) for skin color. 1960, dusty diner outside San Antonio, guy wouldn't serve me because he thought I was Mexican, which he was proud to say he didn't serve, "nor mix either"... well I was sixteen and hungry and the next stop on the bus would be Tulsa OK, a long haul, so I flashed an inch of pale skin over the belt line of my jeans, and that turned my money green enough for him to stop swabbing the counter with a dirty rag and ask me what I wanted "to take out, 'cuz that bus will be leavin' right quick." Meanwhile a couple women seated at the counter for lunch were talking about me like I was a dairy goat at a county fair, "He shoulda known she was no mix, even the mix they all have the straight black hair". Jesus Christ!
The experience was a radicalizing set of revelations for a teenager from upstate New York, to be sure. Anyway my favorite Texas song is still Ernie Payne's "Nothin' Wrong with Texas that Leaving Won't Fix." I kept thinking I should give Texas another shot decades after the civil rights laws were passed, and was always curious about Austin, but time has slipped away and now I'm inclined to let Ernie's song stand as the punctuation to my brief Texas adventures. I hasten to say that I have had great friends who hailed from Texas.. not sure they went back there though, and I met them in NY or Chicago.