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“Don’t call me George! And I’m not your boy!”  I imagined my response, prepared to recite it, but knowing in actuality I could never say it that way; there was such a thing as social etiquette for the colored man, even if you were being talked down to.  Being young and colored in the 40’s had its challenges.  When a Caucasian man called you boy or George, it was the ultimate in disrespect.  He was saying you were George Pullman’s boy, the owner of the Pullman Company, and not your own man.  Imagine such nerve!  But that was how it was sometimes.