I barely remember our early 1960s visit to my dad’s father’s family in Indiana but two memories of the trip are clear.
- Sitting in the living room with and hearing the Indiana adults use the N-word over and over and remarking on how dangerous the N-words were, especially at Kmart.
- Playing with the young daughter of the family. She asked me if I wanted to play with her N-word baby doll. I did.
I remember thinking then, and later, if the family hated African Americans so much, why did they give their daughter a doll with dark skin?
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