So much for being post racial.

When I read this story about raising a mixed-race child (in New York City of all places – some day I’ll write a post about limousine liberals), I was reminded of the stories my parents used to tell me about my aunt, my father’s sister, who adopted a mixed-race child and raised him. While grocery shopping in Michigan, where they lived at the time, it was assumed (on several occasions) that my aunt, whose skin was the color of milk chocolate, was the maid because my cousin has a French vanilla complexion and straight hair. That was 35 years ago. It is still news. How sad is that?

4 thoughts on “So much for being post racial.

    • I’ve had some of my kids’ teachers try to wait me out on the first day of school, trying to figure out who I am, which is sort of funny because when I’m at home in Louisiana, people know who my kids are just by looking.

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