Posted by on Aug 12, 2013 | 5 comments

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Don’t let me EVER hear you use that word!

While I’m at it, the R word isn’t any better: Racism. I can’t even write the N word, it is so abominable.

In Friday’s IHT, mama read me the words of Jesmyn Ward, whose great-great-grandfather was killed by white men in Mississippi, whose grandmother had to hide under blankets when her father (who looked white and drove the car) took the kids through a Klan area of their town, whose mother was ignored completely as a black student in the ’50s, or was spoken to “like dogs.”

Mama is from Texas. In her family, black people were referred to as ‘colored’ and the N word was not allowed. Ever. But she remembers one of her grandmothers using it, and the memory is painful and shameful, she says. “We were all so ignorant,” she says. Not any more.

I’ve mentioned this before and probably will again: black cats are feared, associated with superstition, bad luck. They are cause for changing your course. “Turn around! That black cat crossed our path!” The color black has always been loaded with prejudice, irrational meaning, fear.

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On this same morning, papa read me about Oprah Winfrey shopping in Zurich, and when she asked about a handbag in the window, the salesperson said, “Oh, you can’t afford that one!”

Oprah Winfrey, who is starring in a new film called “The Butler” about a man who worked at the White House through seven presidents. What a film this will be, and I hope I can be smuggled in. I won’t make a peep.

Oprah Winfrey, who is worth over two billion dollars and has done more good in the world than can be calculated.

Papa said, “Oprah should have said to that salesgirl—’honey, I just bought your store, and guess what? You’re fired.'”

Prejudice. Racism.

They say that all cats look alike in the dark. It’s time they looked alike in the light.