I grew up in rural Central Michigan in the 1950s. The first person of color I remember seeing was a woman who operated the elevator in the downtown department store. Unless we went downtown, a rare occasion, I only saw people who were the color I am, white. Only many years later did I realize Malcolm X grew up just a few miles away a few years earlier.
Over the last 22 years two of my wonderful sisters-in-law have changed the color of our family in many wonderful and joyous ways. We’ve all learned so much from and about each other, mostly that inside we are simply humans wanting to love and be loved.
These two women continue to inspire me with their love and courage.
Tonight PBS will feature a documentary, “Through a Lens Darkly, 170 Years of African Americans in Photos.” It promises to be very powerful, probing “the recesses of American history through images that have been suppressed, forgotten, and lost,” another lesson in my growing along in this life. It will be available online as well.
I’m thankful to be a part of this big, old rainbow family and world and wanted to share some of the photographs from my rainbow family album.