[KittenClaws]

I can't help but think about how I was raised. If I'd have pulled this, my mom would serve pork every night, and DARE me to object.

I remember reading “Black Like Me” in junior high, then I got all righteous with my parents about how Negroes were treated...I'll never forget that raised eyebrow that always precluded a lecture:

” I never owned a slave, we couldn't afford one if we wanted one, and I've never stood in the way of another mans success, no matter what color he was, so get off your high-horse or get out of our house”

[Lorianne]

That’s right.
In my parents’ house you ate what was served (and were grateful for it) or you didn’t eat. You also didn’t mooch off your parents until you were 25.