Life in Black & White

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Intermittently intelligent writer, observer of oddities, purveyor of pessimism, known to rant on random topics, recently diagnosed with an acute case of Snarkalepsy.. thought it was about time I updated the profile to compliment my chaotic charisma and more importantly reflect my newly deteriorated disposition. {made obvious by the wild eyed blank stare}

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Salon.com
OCTOBER 17, 2009 12:04AM

Trapped in the body of a White Girl

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 Trapped in the body of a White Girl..

I grew up in the San Francisco bay area in the late 1960's with a white Mama a black Daddy, and a whole lot of brother and sisters all falling somewhere in between Mom & Dad on the color scale.

My parents didn't end up getting married until 1976 for what ever reason.. but through thick and thin, because of and in spite of a whole lot of people telling them they were making a mistake.. have managed to stick together ever since.

And let me tell you right flat out..it wasn't easy being us. Most of the time it was a pain in the ass to be us.. Especially back in the early years. 

 

Mom & Grandma

 

My Mom at Wedding #1 with her mother by her side

 My Mom was born into a strict catholic Italian family. She went to mass , Ate no meat on fridays, went to catholic schools and when she was old enough to marry.. she was expected to be a good italian girl and marry a good Italian man.  She did just that. That lasted all of about 18 months when that so called good Italian just up and ran off with a bartender he met one night while he was out drinking with a buddy.

My mom quickly picked up the pieces and took a job at San Francisco Airport with United airlines working as a cabin service worker where she met my dad.  And just like that.. She met the man she would spend the rest of her life with. And just like that.. she was alienated from her family and told that if she continued to have a relationship with a black man, she should consider them dead to her and never darken thier doorway again.

My mother chose love.. Thank the lord!!

My Dad with my son..a Proud Grandfather

proud Grandfather

  My Mom & Dad at my Son's graduation this year

 Mom and Dad

 
  Dad and Allie
My Dad holding my daughter when she was little (and oooh soo pale)
 
 
 

 

 

We lived near the SFO airport in a small mostly black neighborhood. Near the Martin Luther King Center. I remember my parents having trouble finding a house to rent because nobody wanted to rent to a mixed couple back then. They ended up finding a house owned by this black slumlord name Mr. Brown. He was a cheap bastard who would never fix anything.  But was always available to pick up the rent check.  

As luck would have it , our street was chosen to have us childrens of poor working class folk bussed to a school on the other side of town. The white side of town.
The schools were bussed to were exceptionally  clean, the grass was all neatly manicured and the teachers let us know every chance they got that we were lucky to be allowed to attend there and should be thankful. 

We were mercilessly picked on by the well to do upper middle class white kids,  We were teased for wearing cheap unstylish clothes, we were alienated during lunch, we were given special green colored lunch tokens that designated us as getting free lunch. We stood in a different line to get our food. and believe me!!We constantly got into fights and when shit went down.. we stuck together and looked out for one another.  We had to.

I joined the girl scouts and managed to stay with it for a couple of years but it was funny that when ever there was a meeting to be held at my house.. it was cancelled for some wierd reason.. None of the girls that I did manage to make friends with parent's would allow thier children to stay the night at my house but I was always welcomed to sleep over at thier place.

My parents worked hard to keep a roof over our heads, to make sure that we always had clean clothes to wear and we always managed to go on a camping trip to yosemite every summer.. and it seemed every other day after school my dad would drag our asses with him down to some new fishing hole he would find along bay shore where we would entertain ourselves for hours on end while he tried to catch a striper bass or a monster sized sturgeon. he would mostly catch sting rays and leopard sharks but every now and then he'd hook a big one. And the moment he'd catch his Bass or sturgeon we'd head home and he'd clean and fry the damn thing stinkin up the entire house.   

I spent my entire childhood fishing , fighting and listening to blues and soul music on the fm radio.. And on Sundays we would spend all day in church singing and gettin' the ghost.. I'd pretend to anyways.. just so I could act up.legitimately..lol

 to be continued

ooh guess who
White and black

 

 

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What a fascinating post. Thanks so much for sharing your photos, too. I can't even imagine what it was like for members of your family, but this gives me a taste of it. Your dad has a wonderful smile. I think your parents chose very well.
thanks leslie.. for the most part.. we just lived our lives.. but then there were times when the racism was awful and obvious..
Ahhhh! So that's why the Black and White moniker! Very cool! Things were a lot different back in those days and even though bi- racial couples and families are a lot more accepted these days, there is still a long way to go to find complete acceptance.

This goes a long way to explaining your spunk. I would guess you'd need a lot of it to survive the rash of crap that I'm sure you got while growing up.

BTW, you are one Smokin' Babe, W&B. Glad you're here. Can't wait for part deux.
it's all becoming clear now eh? yeah.. I thought so.. oh do keep reading Michael cause it really does get interesting.. our family was a drama magnet
Excellent post. I was always the poor white boy in my days and ages, I could only imagine adding that whole mix into the uh, mix. Ahhhh well, that which doesn't kill us or something makes us uh, stronger or more sellable to the movie people!! :)

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well one particular awkward moment happened after church one sunday when I was about 10 or so and some of the church's elder Ladies approached me with a bag of dresses they thought might fit me. You could have heard the "chirp chirp" crickets when I refused the dresses and informed them that I prefer pants to dresses.. you don't think god would mind as long as I show up for service do ya?
W&B-This is a good post. So well written, I can't wait for the next part.
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You could mine your entire life for interesting posts I bet! Keep it up!