I was not raised (in NC) to hate blacks, but the ‘superior attitude’ crept in through the cracks and crannies. I played with the young child of the black woman who helped my mama with washing and other chores since she worked her whole adult life in hosiery mills, while tending to her eight children. I didn’t go to school or church wit…
I was not raised (in NC) to hate blacks, but the ‘superior attitude’ crept in through the cracks and crannies. I played with the young child of the black woman who helped my mama with washing and other chores since she worked her whole adult life in hosiery mills, while tending to her eight children. I didn’t go to school or church with Rosalee, so segregation was alive and well. But my parents respect for Rosie and her hard life must have rubbed off on me at a very young age. BTW, in the assisted living facility where I live, I am witness to a couple of arrogant residents disrespecting the aides and techs on occasion. Racism is often proud, and at the same time, denied. Quite a feat…
I was not raised (in NC) to hate blacks, but the ‘superior attitude’ crept in through the cracks and crannies. I played with the young child of the black woman who helped my mama with washing and other chores since she worked her whole adult life in hosiery mills, while tending to her eight children. I didn’t go to school or church with Rosalee, so segregation was alive and well. But my parents respect for Rosie and her hard life must have rubbed off on me at a very young age. BTW, in the assisted living facility where I live, I am witness to a couple of arrogant residents disrespecting the aides and techs on occasion. Racism is often proud, and at the same time, denied. Quite a feat…