Charlotte Houston, TX I grew up close to African Americans. They were guests in our home and people on the bus with us. I never noticed how taboo touching was between us until I was 30 and a neighbor girl came over to play with my kids. She skinned her knee and as I hugged [...]
Cleo Corcoran Seattle, WA
Rosie W. Tucson, AZ When I was in the third grade in the sixties, my best friend and neighbor was Joyce, who was Japanese. She was wonderful. When my mother found out, she let me know, albeit gently and with compassion, that my father would be terribly hurt by my friendship because he had fought [...]
Cynthia W Kaleh Rochester, NY At a very young age, my first best friend was a black girl who lived on the next block. I was so young that when told she couldn’t come over anymore, I just accepted the statement. Her family eventually moved away and though never consciously forgotten; it was over 30 [...]
Lynn Cary, NC I heard this the other day from a neighbor. I heard this when I was a young girl. It made me so sad, then and now.
Eric Chesapeake Beach, MD 1974, I was 14 years old; my dad was in the Army, we were moving to Ohio from Weaver, Alabama. The house we lived in we rented. The owner was selling the house and the realtor was in the driveway talking to my dad one day. The neighbor came over to [...]