Gloria tells me how, during that year, things were thrown at her in the corridor, and how she was called ugly names. Urine was poured in her locker so often that they couldn’t get the smell out. One of the Little Rock Nine boys once had a brick thrown at his head and was knocked unconscious. The soldier escorts weren’t allowed to enter the locker rooms, where the white boys could scare the shit out of the black students. The terror was constant.
