And most lost everything because there was no one working to pay their mortgages or to look after their belongings.
That's exactly what I thought when I heard the interview. They just took them out of their homes at gunpoint, never to return. I wanted to ask, so what became of your house and all your belongings?
Sylviaanne, we could be sisters. That is exactly what I am. By way of Ark to La. Coming from the deep south I'm most proud of the English and Irish. I didn't know about the Irish stigma. I think all of me is cool. We came to these shores too late to be slave owners. I have no prejudice to anybody. I went to work in a bank in 1966 and worked with the first black to EVER work in an office on main street Shreveport. She became on of my best friends. I support, gays, liberal ladies, blacks or any asian.or latino. I'm agnostic. That's who I am and don't want to change it. Tried to instill all to my 3 daughters. And mostly I did. .
I don't know how I broke free. As I said before, my parents and older family were prejudice.
My kids are pretty color blind. I'm proud of that.
I worked nights a lot and for much of my kids life, the only time I saw them was before they went to school and on weekends. I volunteered to do playground duty and read novels to their classes once a week. One day at playground duty when my son was in second grade, there was a big black kid, twice the size of my son that had him down on the ground fighting. I was instantly livid. I pulled the kid off of him and angrily asked what the problem was and why was he beating up the other kids.
(This kid was new to the school, only having been there a week) He sobbed a bit and said, "but they're being mean to me." I watched intently for the next few days and, sure enough, the other kids were teasing the new big fat kid relentlessly. In the limited time I had, I kind of took him under my wing. He and my son eventually became very close friends. One day my wife said to my son, "Ryan is so big, aren't you afraid of him?" My son said, "no, he's my best friend. If any of the other kids are mean to me, he stands up for me."
Fast forward a couple years. Ryan's mother was a pharmacist but also a single mother. She went into pharmaceutical sales where she made more money. Every time she went with a new company she had to travel for training. She'd ask if we could take Ryan for the week. She'd pack clothes for the week and we'd get him to and from school and provide his meals. Over a period of time, after about 3 of these trips when she'd pick him up on Friday nights, come Saturday, he asked her if he could spend the night at our house. She said, "Don't you think Mr. and Mrs. N***** are tired of having you around? He said, "
OH NO, Mr. and Mrs. N*****
LOVE me.
We still do.
... My husband was looking elsewhere at the time, and of course didn't believe me, ...
Oh, yeah, exotic big cats may be a lot closer than we know; even legal owners may not advertise their presence for a variety of reasons.
Of course he didn't.
And they do escape from time to time.
I always love it when people say their pets love them. Then why do they run away as soon as the door opens?