Yeah, wow. 63 years of being black. I remember when we were the first black family on the block.
If we acted out, the neighbors would beat us. Then we'd come home to another belt from moms, who would warn us with the words: Don't make me have to tell your father, cause he is going to be tired when he gets home from work.
If we were really unlucky, we would still get that third beating of the day from pops.
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