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You want " personal " history, to prove what a moron you are ? Okay, I'll oblige. When I was three, my two best friends were a black girl and a girl of Chinese ancestry. Our summer home was down the block from Roy Campanella and his stepson ( who was blacker than than most American Negros ) was one of my best friends and my dancing partner,at the parties we had. No one, not a single person, in our group and at that age [ 15, 16, 17 ]we all went to the beach together and no one turned a hair. We didn't even think of race and he wasn't in our group, because Campy had been famous.

I was SO pro-Civil Rights, that I had wanted to go down there and do something, but my mother wouldn't let me and being a full time college student, I didn't have my own money. Not remember , nor know about what the Civil Rights moveement was ? YOU'RE JUST TOO DAMNED FULL OF YOURSELF, YOU EGOMANIAC !

I'm PREDJUDICED ; you bet I am ... against idots, cretins, and self deluded morons. If any of those shoes fit ( and they do ), please don't complain. ;^)

Ahhh ... lovely nopardons. Although we weren't talking to you, you feel a need to still shove yourself upon us and shout your superiority to us. You could at least learn to spell.

Your acts very much fit the bill for a Limosuine Liberal Lady, right down to the reference to "American Negros" and your obvious prejudice against regular white folks. Do you pat the "good little Negros" on the head as you drive by and "tsk, tsk" us white worker bees for our silly thoughts and desires?

And since you brought it up, I'll tell you about my family's money. Part of it went up in flames when Gen. Sherman's troops torched the Floyd plantation. Part of it vanished in the depression in attempting to raise a family without steady work. Part of it is sitting in several older relative's bank-accounts. Part of it is tied up in a start-up investment in a closely held firm. Its tough to inherit when you are only 28. And there's nothing wrong with discussing your family's past unless you've got something to be ashamed of, like your grandfather being a Democrat or Child Molester something similarly heinous. I'm not preening - just discussing. Okay?

Oh, and don't worry about me becoming your neighbor. From your slight description of where you live, it doesn't appear that you actually have what normal people would call neighbors because you apparently don't live in something resembling a neighborhood. Neighbors, if you recall, are people you can actually interact with every day, not some guy living over yonder behind that hill. I don't reccomend your trying to get one. I don't think you'd do to well with them.

And I'm soooo glad to here that you were soooo eager to get down south to help with Civil Rights, but was soooo sad to then read that your mean old mother stopped it. You know, when I was in college, if I wanted to do something, I simply spent my own money that I had earned and did it. I didn't need mommy's permission. My mom did the same thing when she put herself through Northwestern. How desperate where you to really go down there if you couldn't bring yourself to round up $100 to do so? The City of New Orleans wasn't that expensive a way to travel, and it would take you right to the center of the action. Perhaps it is good to be free of wealth so you can do as you please?

One last disjointed thought about your comment on your not wanting to live in a slum. I don't either, and never have (well, except for two years in Lowell, MA), unless of course, you consider an integrated upper-middle class neighborhood to be a slum. That does seem highly likely from what you've said, but I could be wrong.