Mrs. Sloan

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

We are all racist, its been that way for ions. The animal kingdom is, as well. Ignoring it fom within, while blaming others, just makes you more racist than what you perceive around you.

My grand parents were red necks from Arkansas, go Razor Backs!
Never heard much about their past, until I had become a young man. Prejudiced, not in the way most people understand. Never did I ever hear, any derogatory words against nationalities.  Though, Grandpa would not have words spoken about the Japanese. He never said words about why around me. Just it was a known, and never questioned by family.

Grandpa survived Pearl Harbor and set foot upon the carnage of Iwo Jima.  So you can say he had his right to keep his feelings set against the Japanese.  Which puts ones views about what is prejudice and not, in perspective, especially when both sides of the issue are not immune from being touched by prejudice. Even political views that made prejudice, as much as a religion that goes between whites, as well as blacks.

Way back, about the age of 3, I remember Mrs Sloan always popping in for noon coffee.  My grandpa worked for Mr Sloan and I vaguely remember seeing the man a time or two.  Mostly it was Mrs Sloan and my time with her.  I never asked about her, I being so young, I thought of her as an aunt. Sharing my candy with her when watched her boy play in Little League.

I remember grandma explaining about grandpa having to quit his job.  Working for commission and all,  he told Mr. Sloan straight up, your competition is under cutting you, with their products, which is becoming a hard sell. I took it as respect to the man and honourable in telling the truth.  Until grandpa died, his buyers said that they regretted forcing him to change companies, else they would have returned for the better product. He was liked too much to leave him out to dry.

Maybe if he had known better, he may not have needed to move on from working with Mr. Sloan.  It was the time, and times were tough. The very beginings of corporate farming.

Mrs. Sloan would pop in like clock work, reading coffee grounds and telling stories.  As I became older I never questioned how grandma and her came to be friends, as I still thought at the time she was family.

One day out of the blue, Mrs. Sloan started up a discussion.  As prejudiced it may sound, it was partial to the times.  Especially watching Sally Struthers Amer-asian fund infomercials.  It's bad, when Vietnamese won't take care of half breeds.  That was her take, and grandma's too.  Mrs. Sloan, again went on about blacks and whites.  Her view was we can get along as black and white, but until all prejudice is resolved, racial mix upbringing is too complex and makes some odd looking kids.

The topic did not last long, as both had their own shared opinions.  Basically, their fear of a child being bastardized not knowing if it is white or black. As some blacks may say your too white to be black, at different angles, both visually and in upbringing.

To me it was a common sense approach to protect the children, apart from selfishness and "we can all get along views". After all the 60's riots were not too distant.  As them Amer-asian commercials were not scary enough.  Not by the looks of the children, but how they were segregated and demonized by their own nationality. It was enough to understand grandma and Mrs. Sloan's common views.

None the less Mr. and Mrs. Sloan were black, and from candid talk, both seemed equal, until the day grandma came back from a trip to Arkansas.  She said, "You know, them blacks still show respect... by walking on the other side of the street."  The first and last time I ever heard such a racial comment from my grandma.  If it were not for Mrs. Sloan, I don't know how I would have taken the shock. Being a bit of a contradiction from what a grew up knowing.  No matter how much you out grow it, you may find that it goes both ways, in the end.

As scientists agree, it a natural part of us.  Its how much one cannot control, or is unwilling to accept any differences.

Submitted: June 14, 2021

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