A few weeks ago, on a trip to NYC, my mother told me the craziest story about her initial move to Brooklyn from Italy in the late sixties. I don't think my father's jealous (I mean, he's the one that scored her!) but it did bring upon my mother a new light - one that would shatter my perceptions of her "exclusivities" (I hate to say it, but she's a bit racist...)
But just hearing this story makes me wonder about all the people who do harbor negative feelings about people who are "different" - perhaps it's not their own fault...
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