In 1950 or so, an Indian family moved to Glendale; one of the sons, Nehru, was in my class. Some of the fine local citizens lit a cross on the family’s front lawn, thinking the family was Black. “Oops, honest mistake,” was the common reaction when told they were from India. My father and mother were horrified, but I think few others were.
In 1950 or so, an Indian family moved to Glendale; one of the sons, Nehru, was in my class. Some of the fine local citizens lit a cross on the family’s front lawn, thinking the family was Black. “Oops, honest mistake,” was the common reaction when told they were from India. My father and mother were horrified, but I think few others were.
In 1950 or so, an Indian family moved to Glendale; one of the sons, Nehru, was in my class. Some of the fine local citizens lit a cross on the family’s front lawn, thinking the family was Black. “Oops, honest mistake,” was the common reaction when told they were from India. My father and mother were horrified, but I think few others were.
My High School history teacher didn't like me so he nicknamed me "Adolph"... That would get your a** handed to you these days...