RELATIONSHIPS September 22, 2003 Issue

Love outshines racial and ethnic differences

By Annette Falisi

As a child, I didn't notice racial and ethnic differences, dialects, or skin colors. They didn't even enter my mind.

This easygoing approach stayed with me until I met my future husband, Tony. He grew up in Brooklyn. There, your race was everything—your badge of honor. It defined who you were, how you acted, and precisely how you were to perceive others. Jewish, African American, Puerto Rican, Italian, Whatever, were encamped within "territories" of street blocks. You never crossed those borders. You stayed among your own.

This is how Tony lived his life. He knew no other way. And as he and I spent time together, I got a crash course in street smarts. Racial slurs and jokes began to pepper most of my conversations. I willingly learned about the "real world," with its hidden racial agendas, and even felt proud of my new "maturity."

About the author

Annette Falisi spent many years working with her husband in the restaurant business. She is now a Christian Science practitioner, and lives in Dix Hills, New York.

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