@bradford-1: that is AWESOME. I had an encounter in the mid-90s with a black gentleman in South Carolina . I had been driving cross-country (from NY westward to San Francisco, along I-10 to Florida, then up I-95 - more or less, but I took a lot of scenic routes). We were both waiting in a Denny's Restaurant for takeout and we started chatting. I am a minority woman who is often mistaken for Native American, and in the mid-90s, there was a great deal of negativity and animosity toward Natives during that time, particularly in the Mid-west and southern states.
Denny's had just come out of a scandal regarding 4 black cops who claimed they were discriminated against in one of the restaurants. Long story very short, Denny's had to start posting disclaimers in all of their restaurants asserting that they would treat all employees and customers equally regardless of race.
I was telling this gentleman that I had often felt uncomfortable traveling alone and that sometimes I felt afraid when confronted with some of the racist jerks who are inevitably remnants in some places. He told me that he had marched in the 60s (at the time, he seemed to be in his mid-50s) and that he had learned one thing from those marches above anything else. I remember what he said to this day: "Young lady, you don't EVER be afraid of some racist jerk, even if that jerk points a gun at you BECAUSE of your race. You stand up to him. If he takes you down, you make sure you go down STANDING UP."
Sounds to me like that gentleman and your father had something in common.
neat . . . sweet . . . petite
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