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The following oral history is excerpted from Voices of Rondo: Oral Histories of Saint Paul’s Historic Black Community and is used by permission. Voices of Rondo won a 2006 Minnesota Book Award.My name is Debbie Gilbreath Montgomery. I grew up at 978 Saint Anthony, which is on the corner of Saint Anthony and Chatsworth. I was adopted by my grandparents, Isabella Gertrude Gilbreath, whom I called Mama, and Elbert Gilbreath, whom I called Dad.
Back then our neighborhood was a village. If you did something wrong or said something out of line or didn’t respect your elders, you were going to be disciplined. You probably got lickings before you got home, and then when you got home you got another one. So it was a strong village environment, and everybody looked out for each other’s family. If you needed something, you could holler across the street. If you needed a couple of eggs, or some milk, everybody kind of shared, Whites and Blacks together. It was a really close-knit community. It was a really loving community. People cared about you. They were concerned about your success.
Oxford Playground was a block away from our house. Back then it was a swamp. Bill Peterson was a twenty-one-year-old Marine who had just got out of the service. And he’s got this playground that was a swamp. All it had on it was a little old warming house along with a merry-go-round and six swings. Here he’s got all these little Black kids and a few White kids and he’s sitting down there trying to teach us how to play ball. We learned how to play T-ball and softball and baseball.
I was a jock. I was very athletic and had a lot of energy. I was a little wiry thing. Down at Oxford, you had Dave Winﬁeld and Paul Molitor. Bill Peterson was the baseball coach of the boys’ Attucks Brooks–Legion All-State baseball team. Paul Molitor and Dave Winﬁeld and all those guys, they all played on those teams, and they all came through Oxford.
Because it was a swamp and the ﬁeld was not real good, nobody would come out and scrimmage our girls’ team. A lot of the other rec centers wouldn’t come and play us in our park because we didn’t have a good ﬁeld, so all of our games were away and a lot of our parents didn’t have cars. The girls’ softball team would scrimmage the boys’ Attucks Brooks baseball team. Dave Winﬁeld was the pitcher then and Paul was shortstop. We’d all be playing ball, and these guys were throwing that ball in there like they were throwing to guys! Anyway, I ended up being one heck of a softball player. I’d hit the ball Dave was pitching, and I’d just cream it! To this day, David’ll say, “Boy, she just killed my pitches!” I was a good softball and basketball player and I ran track. I was a speed skater.
In the wintertime, Bill would get out there and ﬂood this area for us to skate on. He just kept us engaged. Then he’d go out and beg, borrow, and steal skates so we all could skate. I must have had the biggest feet, because I ended up getting black speed skates. The other girls had white ﬁgure skates and the boys had hockey skates.
For the Winter Carnival, they would always have the races out at Como Park, and so he’d put all of us in his little red 1954 station wagon and drag us out to Como. We’d get out there, and I didn’t know how to speed skate when I ﬁrst started, so I literally outran people around the ice on these speed skates. Finally, they took an interest in me and saw that I had potential, and Bill got a couple of guys to work with me, to try to teach me how to stride and how to skate. I became really, really good. I got all kinds of blue ribbon medals from skating at the Winter Carnival. I beat Mary Meyers, who tied for the 1968 silver medal, two out of three heats in the tryouts.
They had two speed skating clubs that were close to us. The Blue Line Speed Skating Club, which was kind of a high-buck private speed skating club on this side of town, and East Side Shop Pond, over on the East Side. Because the Blue Line Club was over here, Bill took me over to try out for the club, but they weren’t letting any Black kids in. The East Side Shop Pond would take me in the club, but we didn’t have any transportation to get there. To this day, Peterson says, “What could you have done if you had had any kind of training?” I was obviously an athlete before my time.
There were so many things going on back then in the 1960s, that skating wasn’t an important deal. The sports part was secondary to people getting the right to vote. You know, we didn’t get the voting rights bill in until 1965. We didn’t get open housing in Saint Paul until 1960. So there were just tons of issues back then, and sports was an outlet for me. It felt good to succeed, but I never dwelled very much on “this is an opportunity missed.”
When I was maybe thirteen, Allie May Hampton was a good friend of mine, and when I say friend, she was an older woman that was real active in the NAACP. She was just a gem. She saw I was a rabble-rouser and intelligent and articulate, and she got me active in the NAACP. She was getting us involved in the political process, getting us to understand the issues that were going on back then. This was in the late ’50s, early ’60s. She took me to my ﬁrst NAACP conference. After I came back from the conference, they made me the president of the youth group.
I got all the kids involved in the NAACP youth group. We had 650 kids in it back then, because we had tons of kids and there were a lot of issues going on. I got really involved with the civil rights movement after that ﬁrst conference and meeting all the kids from the South and the East and the West. Listening to what was going on down South, none of that was going on here like it was in the South. Our schools were integrated.
When the civil rights movement started they had buses going down to Mississippi and Alabama. In Minnesota, we were good for sending White activists down, and I was one of the Black youth that went down there.
Mama was scared to death because she was from Starkville, Kentucky, and Dad was from Lubbock, Texas, so they knew about the South. I didn’t have a clue about what was going on, other than I knew I was ﬁghting for a cause, and not realizing that people were killing people. I mean, I did realize it, but I didn’t think it could happen to me.
I went on the bus with a lot of White kids and White adults and a few civil rights folks, and we got down there and we demonstrated and then got on a bus and came back. We were ﬁghting for voting rights. I was probably about ﬁfteen then. My parents were just scared to death, but I was just kind of a freewheeling kid. “I gotta go do the right thing for the right reason.”
I became involved in the NAACP youth branch at the national level. We had to go down to Chicago, Atlanta, or Baltimore for conferences. Dad, he’d get me a pass and put me on the train. Dad and Mama never rode the train in their whole life, but because Dad worked with the railroad they could get passes. He’d take me down to the depot. He’d hook me up with a porter, one of his porter friends, and the porter would put me on the train. They’d usually put me in the food car because they could feed me there and make sure I was taken care of. Then when I got to Chicago and had to transfer, they’d take me by the hand and take me to another train and hand me over to another porter and say, “This is Gil’s daughter. She’s on her way to Baltimore, and she’ll be comin’ back at suchand- such a time. If you’re on the train back, tell ’er where to meet you when you let ’er off. Let ’er know that you’ll pick ’er up when she comes back.”When I was seventeen I was elected to the National Board of Directors for the NAACP. As I said, at ﬁfteen and sixteen, I had gotten really active in the national youth movement, so I made friends with the children of the national NAACP leaders. I was just a rabblerouser. We were all active in the national youth movement, and so they’re telling their dads, “Oh, man! She’s neat, man. She’s smart. She’s articulate. She’s from Minnesota.” They thought Minnesota was off the world. So the kids got together at the national youth branch and said to me, “We’re going to run you for the national board.” They got together and they rallied all the kids together, and they got their parents together.
If you look at the NAACP history you’ll see that at the age of seventeen, I ran nationally, at large. I got elected to the national board of directors, with Roy Wilkins. I mean, all of the people that you see in there, and here’s this little seventeen-year-old girl out of Minnesota that’s sitting at the board with all these big shots.
I was on a mission. I was ﬁghting for civil rights. I was speaking up for people. Trying to get voting rights for the people. I mean, these Black folks, they were in the army, they were serving their country and yet they didn’t have the right to vote? If you look at the history, Blacks were on the front lines and getting killed in larger numbers, and they didn’t have the right to vote. They didn’t have the right to own property. They had the poorest jobs.
On the national board it was interesting to listen to the discussions. I mean, you had lawyers, bankers, politicians. You had lawyers that were talking about legal issues. Thurgood Marshall, how he was going to deal with the legal issues taken to the Supreme Court. What’s going on in Missouri? What’s going on in Kansas? They had huge issues, and you’re sitting there and you’re listening to the discussion and listening to how they’re going to handle it, who they were going to target. They were killing young people that were going down there in cars, similar to what I was doing.
I was kind of blessed. I marched from Selma to Montgomery with Dr. King, and I was in the March on Washington when he gave that “I Have a Dream” speech. There were just so many major issues going on back then, I didn’t have time to think about little things. My mind was always out here. I’d come home and the adults here were always talking about how bright I was. I wasn’t any brighter. I was just kind of active in everything, trying to ﬁgure out how you make things work.
I look at Mama and Dad and the folks on Rondo. They did not get high-paying jobs, but never once did I feel that we were poor. There was richness in our house. There was a strong faith in our house. My faith has been the stronghold in my life. I don’t look at the downside. I just saw the up, and I wanted to help the next generation move up.