This thread keeps rattling around in my head.

I can remember when the big pushes were made to try and stop the "old" thinking and bring in the "new". Living on the edge of the Jim Crow laws and how afraid so many people were. Wasn't pretty watching people suffer the riots and the hatred. I remember hoping that they world was changing for the good and the USA would be what so many thought it could be. That the humiliating criminals would someday find justice. I knew Otis Woodard and Dr. King and Ralph David Abernathy. It wasn't glamorouse trying to pass food in the slums and fight prejudice from the pulpit. All the marches and so forth were a lot more work and suffering than anyone realizes. I was shot at near a bus stop, had a cross burned on my lawn in St. Louis just trying to be a foster Mom. The chilling fear of finding a KKK hood in old attic trunks of a man I once respected and cared for. . Don't kid yourself you thought about it a lot growing up straddling a world that would not let you pass as white and told you that you could compete at the lower level for Miss Kansas but if the real birth certificate that identified you as half "first American" would get out all the work and competitions were a waste. But the change slowly inched forward and colleges were open to all, my children went to fully integrated schools and our family is so mixed it would be pretty hard to find a race or creed not represented. I saw th military finally end some of it's practices and now feel safe that no one has to lie about who they are or who they love. So many steps forward. I know there are still miles to go but it all seems like beating the same dead horse. I guess we still need to sweep out the closets and clean up the corners of the world that hate each other but I am so tired of trying to look in the bright and upcoming generation faces and say you are beautiful for just who you are because they still need to hear it.

This thread keeps rattling around in my head.

I can remember when the big pushes were made to try and stop the "old" thinking and bring in the "new". Living on the edge of the Jim Crow laws and how afraid so many people were. Wasn't pretty watching people suffer the riots and the hatred. I remember hoping that they world was changing for the good and the USA would be what so many thought it could be. That the humiliating criminals would someday find justice. I knew Otis Woodard and Dr. King and Ralph David Abernathy. It wasn't glamorouse trying to pass food in the slums and fight prejudice from the pulpit. All the marches and so forth were a lot more work and suffering than anyone realizes. I was shot at near a bus stop, had a cross burned on my lawn in St. Louis just trying to be a foster Mom. The chilling fear of finding a KKK hood in old attic trunks of a man I once respected and cared for. . Don't kid yourself you thought about it a lot growing up straddling a world that would not let you pass as white and told you that you could compete at the lower level for Miss Kansas but if the real birth certificate that identified you as half "first American" would get out all the work and competitions were a waste. But the change slowly inched forward and colleges were open to all, my children went to fully integrated schools and our family is so mixed it would be pretty hard to find a race or creed not represented. I saw th military finally end some of it's practices and now feel safe that no one has to lie about who they are or who they love. So many steps forward. I know there are still miles to go but it all seems like beating the same dead horse. I guess we still need to sweep out the closets and clean up the corners of the world that hate each other but I am so tired of trying to look in the bright and upcoming generation faces and say you are beautiful for just who you are because they still need to hear it.

Maybe you need some cushions in your head..