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  •  It takes genrations, but it changes. (4+ / 0-)
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    Vetwife, enaud, StrayCat, organicus

    As a child in the fifties I was told by my mother that black men all carried razors and would cut my heart out if I so much as looked at them.  I recently listened to a rant when I told her I got my news from MSNBC.  "That's all blacks! (she didn't say 'blacks').  I turned it on this weekend.  Blacks, Blacks, blacks!"  
    But my son took my 8 year old granddaughter with him when he voted and she asked why people didn't like Pres. Obama.  Her modern young mind couldn't process the info.  "Why would people not like somebody just because their skin is darker?  If they do something bad, then it's ok if you don't like them."  It's slow, but the youth vote shows we're getting there.

    •  Well they project.. They hate dark right (1+ / 0-)
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      enaud

      but spend endless hours perfecting a tan
      They get botox to make lips fuller
      They color their hair to make it darker
      They buy colored brown contacts
      They dress in clothes adorned or designed by other cultures.
      They put out a rapper who is white like Eminem.
      Cowboys dressing up like Indians and build native american attire and hunting skills
      They religiously go to Oriental restuarants
      They build up their cheekbones as native Americans
      They run to the Caribbean and  and the Island including
      Mexico's beautiful shores.

      Go figure !

      We the People have to make a difference and the Change.....Just do it ! Be part of helping us build a veteran community online. United Veterans of America

      by Vetwife on Sat Nov 10, 2012 at 05:51:08 AM PST

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    •  My grandmother told a story about a trip she and (1+ / 0-)
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      Mr Stagger Lee

      my grandfather took to Mexico in the fifties or early sixties. My grandfather spoke Spanish fluently and loved everything Mexican. He had Mexican knick-knacks throughout his apartment. He was a factory worker and didn't have much money, but several times in his life he managed to take trips to Mexico. Every trip was by bus. Once, when he went with my grandmother, the bus stopped at a roadside restaurant someplace in the south. He and my grandmother were getting off when they realized that all the black people were staying on the bus because the restaurant didn't serve blacks. He turned to my grandmother and said, "Sit back down. We're not going to patronize a place like that. We'll wait until we get to Mexico to eat."

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