text:  They said, we don't watch black folks' clothes here. Of course, they didn't use black folks' word. My father being a preacher, you know, he was cool, but my mother was ready to go off. You know, and we went on to my grandfather's house, and he called the NAACP. They said, go on back up to the laundromat. And the white owner stood in the corner while we washed our clothes, red as a beet. And that was a memory that's always been in my mind and how it worked.