I just watched a movie about the Chicago 7. I was such an activist. It seems I was born that way. I cannot hate black people or people of other culture.
I never wanted to wear silk stockings, rollers in my hair in the night and take notes from men and type, type, type.
Those were hard times. My parents were on the other side/ I won’t defend them. They did not like me.
Yes, they loved my brother. And here we are today.
It’s funny.. My cousin recently told me how my sister Angel was so smart to cook my father’s breakfast every morning. He doesn’t know she would be me up if I went into the kitchen. I wasn’t allowed.
I was allowed to carry out the garbage.
I am still carrying out the garbage. To this day. Garbage is garbage.
