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Originally Posted by Pressing-On
But do you know if they treated them badly? They could have taken very good care of them like Harriet Beecher Stowe's family.
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I really do wish that I knew how they treated them. That MIGHT make me feel a little bit better. But it still bothers me that they would have thought that it was acceptable in any form or situation for one human being to "own" another human being.
I'll tell you a funny story. My grandmother was very dark complected (is that the way you spell that?) Anyhow, she had dark skin
So are most of the rest of us (her descendents). In the summer when I am outside much, I get VERY dark. So much so that one year when I lived in Pontiac and worked nights in a nursing home, I was working with several black people. One night a lady who I'd worked with regularly came to me and asked, "Who's black, honey? Your mama or your daddy?" She couldn't believe me when I said neither.
Anyhow, I digress..........
My grandmother had grown up in Detroit (by the Ambassador Bridge). In her days, to be Italian meant "mafia" in the area she grew up in. So if someone said to her, "You must have alot of Italian in you", she considered those fighting words.
So when I found out about her great grandparents and the slave connection, I went to her one day and said, "Grandma, do you suppose that your complexion might have come from one of those slaves?", she was just fine with that. I had to laugh at her. Not that it was funny. But I said, "it makes no sense to me that it's ok with you if your grat grandparents took advantage of one of their slaves, but you get all bent out of shape if anyone even suggests to you that you might be part Italian. No sense at all.
I guess where you grow up makes alot of difference in your perspective of things, eh?
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