Had an interesting conversation with my Gramma about race relations. She grew up in a coal mining town in WV. She claims she never saw racism the way it is up here there. Things were segregated of course the black kids had their school the white kids had theirs. There were seperate drinking fountains and toilets but That everyone wanted to be on good terms with the guy on the otherside of the cave in so there wasn't any outright animosity. Makes sense. She says she didn't see racism until she moved north into a "city" where there was "real" segregation, the black people only lived on certain streets in a certain area of town and the white people where everywhere. And the hate was over the top. Then she goes into a big long schpeel about why black people are poor and yadda yadda yadda compares "white trash" and the "N" word. then compares White people and Black people (my grandparents have this whole classist philosophy that just makes my jaw drop) At the end of the conversation I feel really dirty. And somewhat ashamed to be a member of that side of the family. It was like I was seeing my Gramma for the first time...that whole new light thing totally weird.
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8/15/05 at 1:40am