Nearly every day, I realize how lucky I was to have my parents. Poor, yes, but I never had a moment of doubt in their love for me or each other. My dad wad the soft thwarted one but my mom was so wise. Here's an example:
Out of nowhere one day, Hildie, A family friend, opined on interracial marriage, saying she's no racist and has no objection, but think of the kids...how racists will make their lives difficult. I am sure everyone has heard a version of this.
So, my mom said, of course, you're not racist, but if two people are in love and want to marry, what's the difference to them between you opposing their marriage because of other people's racism and the people who oppose their marriage because of racism?
I don't think my mom thought Hildie was not racist, but she was a strong honey is better than vinegar person. Hildie looked like a guppy when mom asked her to explain the difference between her and the racists.
To understand how out of nowhere this was, I was 16 the first time I saw a Black person who was not a celebrity and he was just someone driving through who pulled off the hwy for church on sunday. There are some Black people in the area now, from Somalia, but then...nobody.
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