I grew up in group four but my father has always been a better person. He says he was racist but he really wasn’t. I remember having black and brown friends, that I still have, coming to the house and being treated like my white friends. with respect and kindness, from my dad anyway, mom was a different story. I remember asking my dad to give my friend best friend, a black lady, a job because she was really struggling, he gave her an office job and paid her what he paid all of his clerical staff. When we talk about it she still cries. She asks me why my dad says that about himself because he’s never been racist nor has he tolerated at his business offices or worksites. I agree. I love my black mother, and I’m so proud of the work my father does with the less fortunate, especially since joining our faith group. My dad is all of that and a bag of chips! I love you daddy!!!
So OLD 
so wise 
