Black and White or How Our Parents Reacted to Our (Interracial) Relationship


“Some places you won’t even be safe.” My father’s voice is raised.

Mother cries into her hands.

I understand what my father means when he says it’s not about love. It isn’t, and it isn’t about what a terrific, talented, smart, loving person Ty is, either. He’s black. For now, and for as far as my father can see, he believes that puts me in jeopardy. All I can see is that he’s revealed the limits of his own open-mindedness and risk harm.

“I love him. Don’t you understand? It’s about love.”

“Love,” he snorts sarcastically.

Yes, love, I think. To me, it’s only about love. It’s about people being together. The rest of it will change.

It has to.

Anne Pearlman is the author of "A Gift For My Sister" and "Infidelity: A Love Story." This is an excerpt from "His Eye Is on the Sparrow," an original memoir for Shebooks, the new publisher of short e-books by and for women.

Originally published on Purple Clover

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