Terry Tringali Killoran,
Sterling Heights, MI
I had black friends growing up. I thought I did. We played together at school and after school at their house, or ours, in the driveway. Little did I know that’s because my parents wouldn’t let them come inside our house, and vice versa. And I remember once I asked if she could come to dinner and my father said NO so fast and loud that I jumped because it scared me. The friendships lasted until they moved away before junior high school. They wanted a more “comfortable“ neighborhood to grow up in. Not until I was an adult did I understand that statement.