I used to work on a food delivery truck. The truck driver was half Indian (Winnebago). He said when one of his brothers got a little liquor in him, he wanted to fight. Fight anyone. And if nobody else was around, his brothers would do just fine.
@goatprairie Nobody EVER accused drunken American Indians of not being willing to fight.
I used to sometimes go to an area called "4 Points" outside Lumberton,NC back when I first got to Ft.Bragg in the early 60's. That's where the Lumbee Indian tribe is located,and despite what you might have heard about the south of the 60's,full integration was on display at the "restaurant" at 4 Corners. First time I went there there was a girl giving a guy a BJ in the front seat of a car parked under the lights by the front door. When you went in you quickly learned the only food for sale there were pigs feet and potato chips. You could buy corn whisky by the soda or milkshake cup.
Look around,and there would be Lumbee,black,and white people all dancing with each other to the jukebox,in every possible racial combination you could think of. Things would often get "interesting" the closer it got to midnight. I was in there one Saturday night and somebody pulled a straight razor and disemboweled some guy for dancing with his sister or girlfriend. I never did get that one straight. They just called the rescue squad and send somebody out with a bucket and mop. Didn't even unplug the jukebox,and most people kept dancing.
The 82nd Abn Division put Lumberton off-limits to GI's when it got to the point they had to send more than 1 hospital bus at a time down there to bring back the injured on Sunday morning.
BUT......,if you were a young guy and you wanted to have a good time dancing,drinking,and wanted to get laid,that was the place to go. You just REALLY needed to make sure you didn't get drunk and kept an eye open for what was going on around you.
Was once invited to a house party after the joint closed,and damned if there wasn't a 1935 Ford 3 window coupe sitting inside the living room with 1948 Georgia plates on it. Sitting just like it was parked with old non-filtered Lucky Strike cigarettes in the ashtray,and both the car and the interior were spotless. The wheels had been taken off and the tires and tubes taken off the wheels,and both were mounted on pegs on the wall.
I must have driven all around the back roads around Lumberton trying to to find that place again in the daytime so I could buy that car. Never even got close. Come to find out everything looks different in broad daylight when you are sober,and the girl I had giving me directions that night had me a little distracted. Plus I had no idea I would ever want to go back on my way there.
Don't even remember leaving,so that was no help,either.
The story I got was there was a little money left owed on the car after they moved there from Georgia in 1948,so the owners decided to hide it in the house they were building,and the plan was to pay it off later. Then stuff happened,and it just sat there.
