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By Lalita Tademy | Monday,
June 08, 2015 Off the Shelf
In the 1960s, I was a lonely black girl living in California in
an almost all-white suburb that my family integrated years before. There was
a sprinkling of Jewish families and one Chinese family, but this lower
middle-class community was a stubbornly white enclave, and wanted to keep
things that way. My family was only able to buy the land to build our house
by secretly going through a white front, a buyer who deeded it back to us,
since the owners wouldn’t sell to a black family directly. For nine years,
there were no other African-Americans in my elementary, middle school, or
high school classes. ... READ
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