One Of The Greatest Generation

One of The Greatest Generation, my Father's Generation.

The kind of man I grew up surrounded by in my segregated southern neighborhood. Before Black neighborhoods became infested with drugs and guns, when Families went to church once or twice a week. They worked Blue-collar and menial jobs, participated in and watched professional as well as neighborhood sports. They loved America and the Flag. Stopped whatever they were doing and stood at attention during the National Anthem. Yes, them stood in the back of the bus, and drank from water fountains designated as "For Colored Only". They responded politely when addressed as Boy, hey you, the N-word, and worse. But, they prayed for a brighter day further on up the road, and truly believed that thing were getting better every day. WHAT They DID NOT DO was loot, steal, burn buildings and others peoples' property. If they had deviant sexual predilections, they kept them in the closet. There was "A Sense of Privacy" then. They considered themselves as Americans; yes, Americans first and Black, second; not African or African-Americans. Many had been in America for up to 10 Generations, not Fresh-Off-The-Boat unassimilated Immigrants. They did not have high opinions of all of their fellow citizens from across the tracks, but they loved America. They were men with balls. They were not Snowflakes, wussies or wimps. They did not covet other peoples' stuff. They lived within their means. I could go on but, if you do not get my point now, then you never will. ( https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B006WQKFJM)