Oconee High School was the black high school in Dublin from 1952 until its closure in 1972. Like most equalization schools, it had a relatively short history, but an active national alumni association keeps its memory alive. The gymnasium, football field, and one other building [which I haven’t identified] survive, but the school itself is long gone.
A marker placed by the alumni association gives a brief overview of the school’s history: In 1952, land was purchased from W. H. Lovett to build a new high school for African “colored” American students replacing Washington Street High. The school was named by Marine C. Bacote after the Oconee River nearby. It was the home of the “Mighty Trojans”, the “Blue and Gold” our sons shall ever defend. Lucius T. Bacote served as the first principal (1952-1959); he was succeeded by Charles W. Manning, Sr. (1959-1970). The school’s spirit of excellence, pride, and philosophy were the foundation for the success of African-American students during segregation.
The gymnasium and football field are still used as community resources today, as the Oconee Community Center, administrated by the Dublin-Laurens County Recreation Authority.
Wow, this space is too small. My name is Gerry. I graduated from Dublin high-school in 1973. I was raised in the church and believed that Jesus loved ALL the children of the world. We sang about it every Sunday. Therefore I was confused when I saw how the blacks were separated from the whites. It was especially evident at the movie theater. In a young child’s eyes I thought they were special…they had their own ‘colored’ water and got to sit in the balcony. When I ran to drink some of the special water, I got a swift hit on the butt. School integration was difficult for us all. Two schools thrown together but only the white trophies were displayed as if Oconee never existed. The school leaders wanted to wipe away any memories. My senior year I invited a good friend I sat next to in band to go with me to my church. I told my dad. He knew Valerie was black. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing…it was against the church covenant for her to come in, only for a FUNERAL! I knew at that moment I had to get out of dodge, I mean Dublin…away from the hate and I ran! Ok, I’m done. Thank you for this opportunity to tell a bit of my memories. Oh, and I have to add, I was in awe of the Oconee band, especially the drum major!!!