What is your first memory about race?

My first memory about race is a semantic one.

I was in 2nd grade, sitting on my neighbor's stoop across the street. She was in first grade.

No idea how the conversation started but I told her, "Everybody is prejudiced." Because everyone IS prejudiced about something. I knew that because my mother taught me that prejudice means to prejudge, and we all make judgments about one thing or another without knowing all the facts.

And then the first grader said, "Nuh uh, I LIKE Sarah." . . Sarah was a girl who lived down the street from us. She was black. My first grade friend and I were white.

I had to do some damage control and say that's not what I meant, I like Sarah too.

And that's about all I remember.




Apparently the first grader's mother wasn't as much into vocabulary and nuance as my mother was.

people have 'first memories about race'??

really?
 
My first memory about race is a semantic one.

I was in 2nd grade, sitting on my neighbor's stoop across the street. She was in first grade.

No idea how the conversation started but I told her, "Everybody is prejudiced." Because everyone IS prejudiced about something. I knew that because my mother taught me that prejudice means to prejudge, and we all make judgments about one thing or another without knowing all the facts.

And then the first grader said, "Nuh uh, I LIKE Sarah." . . Sarah was a girl who lived down the street from us. She was black. My first grade friend and I were white.

I had to do some damage control and say that's not what I meant, I like Sarah too.

And that's about all I remember.




Apparently the first grader's mother wasn't as much into vocabulary and nuance as my mother was.

people have 'first memories about race'??

really?

I don't know a black person that doesn't.
 
I was in highschool and went to the state capital for an academic competition. That is the first time time I ever laid eyes on anyone that was not white. After talking to them at the hotel I realized that all the stuff I heard growing up about blacks was not true.
 
We had race riots in my high school freshman year. I remember how scary it was being locked in our class rooms and we could hear screams and chains. Our parent's had to come and pick us up and we were escorted by police officers out of the school.

There were riot police outside the high school all four years I attended.
We were not allowed to have bathroom doors on the toliets, because kids would get jumped.

Very tough time.

Where the heck did you live/are you from again?
 
We had race riots in my high school freshman year. I remember how scary it was being locked in our class rooms and we could hear screams and chains. Our parent's had to come and pick us up and we were escorted by police officers out of the school.

There were riot police outside the high school all four years I attended.
We were not allowed to have bathroom doors on the toliets, because kids would get jumped.

Very tough time.

Where the heck did you live/are you from again?
Can't speak for Sky, but I went to high school in the South. Yup Danbury Connecticut, 7 miles south of the town I lived in.
 
Helen Mirren is HAWT!!!

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Vague. My best buds in the world (circa 1964), were three kids that had dark skins than me. It didn't register. Somewhere, I remember a adult saying something about "stay away from the Negroes". Something like that, and, I never saw blacks the same AGAIN. Like they (Blacks) were contaminated. I never understood why they said that, or why it made such impact. I still miss those guys AND those innocent days, sometimes.
 
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I was called a "****** lover" for holding hands with a black boy in high school. My father wouldn't let my Native American friend come home with me because" she is too dark, and the neighbors will complain."
From the musical South Pacific:

"You've Got To Be Taught
to Hate And Fear,
you've Got To Be Taught
from Year To Year,
it's Got To Be Drummed
in Your Dear Little Ear
you've Got To Be Carefully Taught.

You've Got To Be Taught To Be Afraid
of People Whose Eyes Are Oddly Made,
and People Whose Skin Is A Diff'rent Shade,
you've Got To Be Carefully Taught."

Yet studies show just the opposite. Babies respond negatively to photographs of other races.

Don't ya hate it when musicals get science wrong?
 
My first memory about race is a semantic one.

I was in 2nd grade, sitting on my neighbor's stoop across the street. She was in first grade.

No idea how the conversation started but I told her, "Everybody is prejudiced." Because everyone IS prejudiced about something. I knew that because my mother taught me that prejudice means to prejudge, and we all make judgments about one thing or another without knowing all the facts.

And then the first grader said, "Nuh uh, I LIKE Sarah." . . Sarah was a girl who lived down the street from us. She was black. My first grade friend and I were white.

I had to do some damage control and say that's not what I meant, I like Sarah too.

And that's about all I remember.




Apparently the first grader's mother wasn't as much into vocabulary and nuance as my mother was.

Mine is watching the Indianapolis 500 on TV.
 

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