I grew up in the South, in the waning days of segregation. I can remember separate water fountains and public bathrooms; separate seating at the movie theater and on the bus. And separate schools.
I knew these things as a child; they were part of what was.
To read the rest of this post about what happened when I found myself a minority in the work place, please visit The High Calling Blogs.
commented over at High Calling but wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed your amazing story....thank you for sharing!
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