My education about racism began in 1968. I’m still learning
June 27, 2020Culture
By Lisa GiannascoliMy education about racism in America began in 1968. That is the year I wanted my best friend Genevieve to come to my first communion party. I was told that our neighbors and my grandparents wouldn’t like it. I met Genevieve in kindergarten. We harmonized. In fact, I distinctly remember singing Aquarius from Hair, and falling in love with Motown and then Soul Train.I persisted. I wasn’t going to the party either if Genevieve couldn’t come. I won. I remember the fighting clearly. The consequences included being called ni**er lovers by our neighbors. It marked the beginning of ...
