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Paul Smith, principal of Howard High School, greets students as they enter the building on the first day of school on Wednesday. As students entered the cafeteria and gymnasium, staff of the school checked for white, tucked-in shirts and ties for each student. Students who did not meet dress code were asked to correct the issue before they could enter the school.

The Howard School of Chattanooga was established in 1865 to educate newly freed black children. In 1960, 30 Howard students "sat in" at a segregated lunch counter for the freedom to eat at any restaurant open to the public.

Fifteen students were arrested and jailed. James Mapp, president of the Chattanooga Chapter of the NAACP, came with bail. A plaque now stands at Market Street and M.L. King Boulevard to commemorate those students' courage. Few know, however, of the bravery of 50 other Howard students who faced their own rejection by white restaurant owners 10 years later, even though Congress had by then banned racial discrimination in public accommodations through the Civil Rights Act of 1964.

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In 1970, school Principal Clifford Hendrix requested that I, as assistant principal, chaperone the "spirit/cheering" bus for the football game against arch-rival Nashville Pearl. On an October Friday afternoon, we boarded our bus for Nashville. Fifteen minutes after crossing Monteagle Mountain, the bus blew a tire. The driver pulled off Interstate 24 beside a grassy area. Teacher/chaperone Joyce Gee took our students into the field to play games. The driver's duty was to stay with the bus, so I hitchhiked with parents of Howard football players, luckily driving by, and asked to be dropped at a service station in Manchester. After four hours, the station owner located the right size tire in Murfreesboro.

By then, the game was half over. Our students had been well-behaved and patient. I hated to say there would be no football for them. Their response: "We're not worried about the game; we're hungry!" With Manchester so close, this was a simple problem to solve. I asked the driver to stop at the first mom-and-pop burger joint he saw. Our students heard the jukebox inside and approached hungry and excited. Without warning, the outside lights went off; the door lock clicked. From inside, a loud voice hollered, "We're closed!" Seeing the owner, I looked at my watch, indicating 8:15 p.m., and called back, "What time do you close?" He looked at his watch, "8:15!"

Disappointed, but without grumbling, the students returned to the bus. The driver found a second restaurant. This owner "closed" at 8:30 p.m. This time the students' reaction revealed frustration and anger. "What's going on, Mr. McCallie?" My response was honest and brief: "You know, and I know, but you're going to get your burgers!"

I was afraid. I was "in charge" of this trip. These were "my" white people breaking the law against "my" black students whom I had promised a meal. I could call the Manchester sheriff and complain, and possibly be charged with attempting to cause a riot with 50 black teenagers. But arrest was not my fear. I feared I could not accomplish for these exemplary black teenagers what I had promised and what they deserved. We could return to Chattanooga and send the students home; they wouldn't starve. But that wasn't fair, and it wasn't the law. I told the driver to continue driving and pull over immediately when seeing another restaurant. I walked the last 100 yards, entered and asked for the owner.

"Are you open?" "Sure, can't you tell?" "Yeah. What time do you close?" "Midnight on Fridays." "Can you handle a bus of 50 hungry teenagers?" I asked, showing my best white face. "Sure. Bring 'em on!" "I will," I said, with a smile in my voice.

Back at the bus, I asked the driver to park close. I told the students: "Decide what you want; enter quickly; take the first open table; order immediately." The driver came just short of driving inside the restaurant. I jumped out to hold the door. The students rushed in to fill each table. "I want a cheeseburger, Coke and fries." The owner, waiters and white customers looked aghast. But we were in, and we were staying.

Howard students got their burgers that night — on their third try. But they had not entered as respected customers, and they knew it. Their courage in the face of such discrimination and overt hostility deserves its own plaque. Sadly, those students, now in their 60s, must still ask America: "When will all citizens be welcomed with respect and dignity 'in every hamlet and every village' throughout our country?"

Franklin McCallie is a co-founder of chattanoogaconnected.com and was the first white administrator appointed to the Howard School. For more, visit chattahistoricalassoc.org.

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