Racism, A Disease Of The Soul
Last updated 8/10/2020 at 3:35pm
I grew up hearing my father regularly use the “n” word. He was raised in the Deep South where typically, with few exceptions, it was the norm to be afraid of people with dark skin. With my mother’s side of the family, it was more subtle. She was part of that generation that respected “colored people” as long as they knew their place and stayed in it. I remember one of my aunts singing the praises of her black maid because she was careful not to use the household soap to wash her hands. This, according to my aunt, was a display of real humility.
I believed that people with dark sk...