When I was a kid, we could buy nigger babies for 3 for a penny. It was perfectly politically correct to refer to them that way...there was no other way.
When I was a kid, we could buy nigger babies for 3 for a penny.”
Someone from my generation. They were awesome. But we also read Little Black Sambo and sang Ring Around the Rosey - and the last line DID NOT have the word ashes in it.
I played with the granddaughter of our house keeper who was Black and the porter at my mother’s store was Black. When I went into town he would always take me down to the drug store for an ice cream cone. I don’t remember thinking anything about their being another color during my early years. But when I was in high school in the late 1950’s we danced in the girl’s gym before school - whites on one side of the center line and Blacks on the other. One Black male student crossed the line one morning and stabbed a white male student. Never the same after that.