Okay so I admit, my parents are mildly racist... mild. They won't judge someone for their race
until they show that they fit the stereotype. Its always annoyed me how they always associated people with their race or used it as an excuse. I've always felt so different from my parents because I do not believe in judging people for their race, along with the majority of people my age.
Just a little bit ago I was cleaning the kitchen when my cat knocked a stuck of pictures off of the buffet table thingy. I picked one up and I looked at it. It was a sort of family tree with the men on my moms side of the family, ending with my uncle. Above him was someone I could recognize, my grandpa. Above him was something that amused me and which I found a bit hypocritical of my mom... my great grandpa was half black o.O and his dad, my great great grandpa was white.
So that means my great great grandpa, who was white, married a black woman, or at least had a relationship/child with one. This had to have been around the early 1900s, cuz my grandpa was born in 1922. At that time in the world, that kind of stuff was... uncalled for.
I've never known much about my moms side of the family. All I knew was that my grandma was from Germany.
But yeah, its amazing what you can learn about your family
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