Document Type


Publication Year



We had arrived. The car was parked on the attractive campus of Oklahoma State University where the International Walther League convention was to be held. About the first experience my wife and I had as we walked toward the Student Union for registration was to meet a group of eight or ten leaguers from Texas. They were wearing paraphernalia (including ten-gallon hats) making it clear to all that they hailed from the Lone Star State and were proud of it. It wasn't the paraphernalia and a Texas drawl that attracted us, but rather the company they kept; one of their number was a Negro. They came across the campus -- in Oklahoma! -- arm in arm, seemingly unconscious of the fact that one of their number was a member of that minority group which many of their fellow Texans are determined to keep out of the schools built by taxes that the Negroes themselves had paid.