Comments on: Back to the 70’s & Before – Racial Discrimination is Alive & Well http://klromo.com/2009/10/19/back-to-the-70%e2%80%99s-before-racial-discrimination-is-alive-well/ Writer, Novelist, Humorist, & Blogger - WITH KIDS!!!!! Fri, 03 Feb 2012 18:26:26 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ By: K. L. Romo http://klromo.com/2009/10/19/back-to-the-70%e2%80%99s-before-racial-discrimination-is-alive-well/#comment-312 Fri, 02 Apr 2010 11:25:28 +0000 http://klromo.com/?p=668#comment-312 Thanks so much for sharing your story with me, Diane. As you know, I can empathize (although I must say I think your tension was alot greater than mine – a true “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner” moment.) Hopefully your parents have come to appreciate your husband for who he is and for making you happy and taking care of your family. (My father could never argue that my husband didn’t take good care of his family, so I think he begrudginly had respect for him.) Take care, and thanks so much for visiting my site and commenting! Please come back soon.

Kirsche

]]> By: Diane Charles Linford http://klromo.com/2009/10/19/back-to-the-70%e2%80%99s-before-racial-discrimination-is-alive-well/#comment-311 Thu, 01 Apr 2010 20:05:19 +0000 http://klromo.com/?p=668#comment-311 My father too warned me about getting involved with black men and this was back in high school (late 1980s); so, I married my “high school sweetheart” who was the white captain of the football team. We stayed married for eight years and had no children until he knocked up some bimbo from his office and divorced me.

Since I’d finished college, my mother ordered me to stop “moping around” and do something with myself. I went to graduate school at a Big 10 University. There I met a grad instructor from Ghana whose classes I audited. We hit it off immediately and what started as a friendship soon became intimate. Two or three months later, I discovered I was pregnant with his child. I was afraid to disclose my condition to my parents, since I was hesitant about having them meet my baby’s father. The initial meeting was cold! There I stood looking like I’d hidden a basketball underneath my shirt and a tall skinny black man stood next to me. Talk about tension…

However, they drove the two hundred miles to the hospital to see my son when he was born and my “mongrel child” soon turned into their grandson, Emil.
Diane

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