Race

One day when I was little, I ran into the house calling Mommy, Mommy, there's a black man outside! This was in North Hollywood in the early '70s.



Since my mother was a forward-looking liberal-type person who had chosen the "color-blind" approach with her children, this was cause for concern. I led her out over the porch to the sidewalk, and there he was. The black man.



Black shirt, black pants, black hat, black shoes.



White guy.



My mom loves this story.



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