My education about racism began in 1968. I’m still learning

My education about racism began in 1968. I’m still learning

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 ...


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