Thursday Thirteen #111: Thirteen Ways I Learned About Racism (Wacky Mommy)
I learned about racism when my friends had their house firebombed, windows broken, furniture on their front porch burned, in the early ’90s. They are an interracial couple — a woman (African-American and Native American), her husband (white), and they lived with a female roommate (African-American). They chose to leave Portland.













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