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glockaMy Dad never took us on a tour of the small, white, East Coast towns!
When I was growing up, my Dad, a lawyer, made sure that my three siblings and I knew how good we had it in our small, white, East Coast town. When driving to or from family vacations, he made detours into black urban neighborhoods, driving slowly with locked doors, four blond kids with their noses pressed up against the windows staring out, my Mom in the front seat, scared, telling him to drive faster. I can remember a few such tours in New Jersey and in Baltimore; these were the most vividly terrifying moments of my childhood.
BONUS
Знаком с человеком, которому запертые двери не помогли, когда ему выкатили бревно поперек дороги в одном из таких местечек.
When I was growing up, my Dad, a lawyer, made sure that my three siblings and I knew how good we had it in our small, white, East Coast town. When driving to or from family vacations, he made detours into black urban neighborhoods, driving slowly with locked doors, four blond kids with their noses pressed up against the windows staring out, my Mom in the front seat, scared, telling him to drive faster. I can remember a few such tours in New Jersey and in Baltimore; these were the most vividly terrifying moments of my childhood.
BONUS
Знаком с человеком, которому запертые двери не помогли, когда ему выкатили бревно поперек дороги в одном из таких местечек.
