Beyond racism

I was born and raised in Louisiana during the time of segregation in the American South, before the Civil Rights Act of 1964. There was not a lot of day-to-day communication between the races. Black children and white children did not attend the same schools. But to me as a child, it was just normal life.

When I was about ten years old, my mom was working as a domestic. The white woman she worked for had a daughter my age, Ann. We liked each other, and she asked if I could come play with her and her cousin. The three of us had so much fun playing together.

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