…rly ’70s was an ugly time in Boston, especially if you were a Black child adopted by white parents. There was no manner in which fairness and compassion ever came knocking at your door. If there was a knock, however, it was usually preceded by a rock being thrown, or the rapid-fire of racial epithets hurled in your direction.
Powerfully evocative and putting words to my childhood experiences in the UK. Thank you ! These kinds of experiences have been shrouded in silence and thus is white supremacy maintianed as a benign force for the greater good.