With today (December 10) being "Nelson Mandela Day", so to speak, I am reflecting on my family progression in racial tolerance. Much has changed in past 100 years.
My grandfather Smith, while raised in Northern Indiana (b 1890), was quite the bigot. I well remember his language regarding blacks--and he didn't call them "blacks". It was all he could do to tolerate a black person playing major league baseball.
And while the apple falls not far from the tree, his son, my father (b 1918), was far less a racist. But, he had his moments, letting his guard down in front of me. It was more my mother that showed me "all men are created equal". I'm guessing it came from her Christian upbringing (not to say Christians are any more racially tolerant than atheists).
Third generation--me (b 1943)--was pretty much free from prejudice, although every once in a while, I've caught myself thinking "impure" thoughts. But then again, I have biases towards "white trash" and a few other categories.
Now, one of my daughters is married to a black man, and they have a bi-racial baby girl. She (daughter) has always had "a thing" for black guys. I have no clue as to why. I don't like her husband, but not because of the color of his skin. He's a worthless bum. What can I say?
I have no explanation as to the evolution of four generations of racial (in)tolerance. I'm just happy we've come this far. Thank you Mr. Mandela and countless other "freedom fighters".