I’m trying for the third time to post this. 🙏🏼🤞🏼 the I in remembrance is you and the father, your father? Growing up in Oak Ridge Tennessee, we were all imported, and either the racism was shielded from me, or there wasn’t much of it. I’m thinking the latter. In Louisiana, my grandparents gave me a taste - they had a maid named Pearl, whom we adored, but grandmother was always accusing her of stealing a spoon or something which I told her was ridiculous! Nicely, of course, my grandfather would turn off the TV if Leslie Uggams came on sing along with Mitch.
I was actually in Washington DC when Dr. King was killed we were to march in the cherry blossom festival with the high school band and we were whisked back to hotel rooms to wait out the chaos. We really had no idea what was going on until afterwards and there were no cell phones.
The temperament, anger, the increasingly verbal racism in our country is discouraging frightening. Incomprehensible.
Are we told a pack of lies? For sure, at least partial truths that suit the teller. I cannot begin to imagine how those who are in war are managing. We have sent things to Help, but really don’t know if they got there and of course it would not be enough. Locally we are involved in several initiatives for the homeless and the poor, providing food, warm clothing, and this week shelter, and food for the cold cold.
I’m trying for the third time to post this. 🙏🏼🤞🏼 the I in remembrance is you and the father, your father? Growing up in Oak Ridge Tennessee, we were all imported, and either the racism was shielded from me, or there wasn’t much of it. I’m thinking the latter. In Louisiana, my grandparents gave me a taste - they had a maid named Pearl, whom we adored, but grandmother was always accusing her of stealing a spoon or something which I told her was ridiculous! Nicely, of course, my grandfather would turn off the TV if Leslie Uggams came on sing along with Mitch.
I was actually in Washington DC when Dr. King was killed we were to march in the cherry blossom festival with the high school band and we were whisked back to hotel rooms to wait out the chaos. We really had no idea what was going on until afterwards and there were no cell phones.
The temperament, anger, the increasingly verbal racism in our country is discouraging frightening. Incomprehensible.
Are we told a pack of lies? For sure, at least partial truths that suit the teller. I cannot begin to imagine how those who are in war are managing. We have sent things to Help, but really don’t know if they got there and of course it would not be enough. Locally we are involved in several initiatives for the homeless and the poor, providing food, warm clothing, and this week shelter, and food for the cold cold.