Guess who’s coming to dinner. Leon?

William A Johnson
Port Townsend, WA

My older sister brought her fiancé to meet our folks for dinner. I had already met Leon. It was AWKWARD. After my sister left, our parents crossly asked me; “Why did you not tell us he was Black?” Being 16, I made some smart aleck remark. But in retrospect I am grateful that my folks did not raise me to be a bigot. I am of Swedish, English and German heritage, and have only been asked a few times about my race other than on a census questioner.


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