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One thing that my mother told me before she passed was about something my father did. We were talking about racism & she shared with me that her father like many police had racist views of black Americans. I asked about my father and her eyes rolled and said, "No. Not your dad."
She then told me the story of when we were little and my father a St. Louis @AP photog saw a double amputee black man crawling in a vacant lot. He stopped to talk to him. He was a wounded veteran trying to find bottles to buy something for his kids. It was the Christmas season.
My mother told me my father came home and packed up all our Christmas presents and drove back and gave them to the man.
