I never got to know my grandfather, who died when I was 18 months old. He was a child of the depression, and a sharecropper. How much of his upbringing was passed on to his
five children would be a guessing game. My mother was the baby of the family. I knew her oldest brother – my uncle, but he was bed-ridden, and living at the VA hospital for the entire time that I knew him. His kids were the closest I came to having older siblings. He had a daughter that retired from the Dayton, Ohio police department and his youmgest son retired military. I had another first cousin who was a Detroit policeman, my youngest brother was in the Air Force, and my sister apparently went through grade school and college with straight A’s I said all of that to say that my grandfather must have passed some of his values down to his decendents. Of course not all of us faired so well. Some of us stumbled, and some failed, but we all spent time in church and there is no evidence of overt hatred for mankind. As young kids my mother would not allow us to visit Alabama. She would only say that having grown up in the north ” we did not know how to talk to white people.” I found out later that she was reacting to the death of Emit Till.
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