Patricia Paquette
Seattle, WA
I grew up in Southern California where half of my classmates and neighbors were Mexican and so were my best friends and eventually, boyfriends. Even though my parents knew and liked these guys, they forbade me to date them or call them boyfriends. They gave no explanation — probably felt they didn’t have to, that I would understand why it was “wrong.” Even then, I knew THEY were wrong. How many versions of this conversation still going on in our world today?
