Salinsky wrote:
I'll never forget sitting at the dinner table, and my grandfather opining that it might not be such a good idea living next to a "n-word" because "they like to take what's not theirs", and my father responding "that n-word could buy and sell your old ass three times over, so shut your trap.".
I think my jaw must've hit the table.
Anyway, he was a super nice man, and I ended up cutting his lawn for what was then a good price.
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Yeah, Louisville has had a history of problems with race, and it continues to this day.
They're just not proud of it like P'coleans.[/font]
Funny you mention that, Sal. Because it mirrors my own experience as a "P'colean".
My grandfather was a racist like your grandfather. But then his son left that really racist part of North Carolina shortly after the war and came here to Pcola for a job. And two of my Dad's brothers followed that same path and came here for a job at the same manufacturing plant.
My Dad and my uncles were a different generation from their father and had different ideas than he did.
And all that came to a climax when the neighborhood my Dad bought his home and raised me in quickly started to change. And it resulted in Mom and Dad and me having a black family living next door to us from the time I was 13 years old. And from that point my Mom and Dad and I all thought they were the best neighbors any of us have ever had.
The black father came from VERY rural south Alabama and got a good career working in civil service here and raised children who became a doctor, a dentist, and a daughter who became a high up official in the IRS regional office in Jacksonville.
The two families learned to love each other. They were at my Mom's funeral and at my Dad's funeral, and I will be at both of their funerals (which will likely happen before long).
And whodatunkit, this all happened in that horrible backwards racist place called P'Cola. Where of course EVERYBODY still has all the same ideas as his grandfather. Unlike Louisville which produced you.