A Liberal Old Lady from the South
I was born in 1959. I grew up hearing and unconsciously participated in the systemic racism. We had a black maid named Ms. Martha. I adored her as a child who knows no color does. I played with the little mixed race girl down the street named Patti. I was innocent enough to envy her "great tan" without prejudice. However, I was still blind and deaf to racism. I heard and dismissed/excused use of the N word, though inwardly I shuddered. But I didn't open my mouth and call them on it. I knew that there were certain areas of town where "they" lived. I didn't think to question why. I didn't question the inequities, and I admit with shame I often did not even think about it. But I grew. I worked with some persons of color, who slowly educated me and removed the blocks placed in my mind by systemic racism. I thank them all. I've actually heard someone say to me that they grew up with racism and they "meant nothing by it, it was just the way I was r