Dennis Jack Higgs
Saint Peters, MO
I was raised in West Texas in the 50’s and 60’s. Although racism was rampant around us, we were not raised to be racist. I am now in my mid sixties and still to this day, one incident, when I was about six or seven years old, that lasted only about three seconds was burned into my memory and has never left. My family and I were eating a meal in a restaurant near the swinging kitchen door. The door swung open and I saw a black family eating their meal at a table in the kitchen because they were not allowed in the main dining area. I don’t remember the conversation at my table after that, but I will never forget that picture and the way I felt. I’ve spent many years wondering how God felt about it, too.