Before I begin this thread let me preface to say my dad was the biggest racist and bigot you’d ever meet. I never understood because I never in all my K-12 years of school ever went to school with a person of color. I had 28 kids on my graduating class. I never realized that POC.

Were afraid to live out in the part of the country I lived in. I never heard these things from my Mama, ever! She was a good woman, scared to death of her husband, but I always just knew he was wrong. I saw news footage as I grew older and it was just sickening how dogs and fire

hoses could possibly used on another living person. I just didn’t understand, still don’t. Then I graduated HS, went to work with some amazing women. Women of color that took me under their wing, treated me like family really. I loved these women. Then the most amazing thing ....

happened. 2 of my nieces met and married black men and gave me 5 great nieces. I love those girls no different than if they were white as me. As a matter of fact, they are me. My blood runs through them. Why? Why does skin color make any difference? I have GD people in my family.

that have hurt me beyond imagination. I was molested from the time I can remember. I promise, I’ve never felt threatened by someone who looks different than me, all I’ve had is love. I’m also a very proud aunt of a gay niece married to a great woman. Family is family is love!