Queen Elizabeth II, Defender of the Faith

It was St. Patrick’s Day. With her jaw set, my mother dripped green food coloring into our little glasses of orange juice. We were careful not to smirk unless her back was turned, but she picked up on our irreverence anyway. “A million people died, and the British could have stopped it,” she hissed softly.Continue reading “Queen Elizabeth II, Defender of the Faith”

White Girl Mistakes #1

The Accident When I started dating across the color line in 1967, I was pretty sure that I could deal with Chicago racism. Losing my father to drink and being sexually assaulted by my pastor were probably my fault, so being disapproved of – well, so what? One night my boyfriend Emmon borrowed a car.Continue reading “White Girl Mistakes #1”

White Girl Mistakes #2

State Street Where I came from, a suburb right outside Chicago, people knew we had done the wrong thing to Negroes. Still, they weren’t sure they could side with Martin Luther King, whose namesake had defied the Pope. And how bad were the problems, anyway? The Catholic schools I attended mid-century taught Chicago history thatContinue reading “White Girl Mistakes #2”