Espinola Quinn views her quaint Louisiana town with a mix of love and loathing. It’s the place her parents — a bar owner and a soybean farmer — raised her; the place where nearly every face is familiar; the spot where she and her husband built their own sprawling house on the edge of the bayou and raised their three girls.
But St. Martinville is also disturbingly segregated: The town still holds separate white and black proms. And Quinn, who is black, hopes her daughters will make their own lives somewhere else.
“The 1964 Civil Rights Act has not come here yet,” said Quinn, who opted to bus her older daughters out of the parish for school and is now home-schooling her youngest, a 15-year-old.
“The community is still physically separated,” and that, she said, “has an effect on your thinking.” (Washington Post)