Love outshines racial and ethnic differences

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.

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