I remember very clearly. I was a child. Probably under 10. I was visiting in Florida with my Papa. Over 70 years ago. We were boarding a bus. We were treated with harsh words by the bus driver . He told my grandfather to sit in the back. I was going with him, and the driver said “no” you sit in the front. I did what he said. My Papa was born in Palestine, now Jerusalem. He looked like Anwar Sadat’s twin. His skin was dark. His sense of humor intact. He wasn’t upset. I remember the experience with sadness . Although segregation no longer exists, hatred is flourishing.
Comments on: "My Experience With Racism As A White Child With A Dark Skin White Grandfather" (5)
Great you published this one!
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Thank you Ronnie. Finally felt creative again. Watching the peaceful protest in front of my building brought back the vivid memory
You couldn’t have known what was going on….sad that so many have to “be one up, so they can put another down.”
Very true. Sad times and sadder times ahead unless this systemic injustice ends and healing begins.
Thank you Susan for your comment