Having been raised by deeply prejudiced people in a part of the US where that was typical, I found myself as a young woman, in the mid-1960s, age 19-20, living and working in Los Angeles on the nightshift for a large company, where I was for weeks at a time the only white person in the room. All the justifications I had been taught as reasons for social and racial inequalities were exposed as lies. My co-workers were smarter than I was, worked harder and faster than I could, had healthier family lives, stronger community connections, greater personal ambitions and more commitment to achieve their goals, had personally suffered from the chronic and particular injustices of racism, and were only friendly and warm to me. I don't know how I was so fortunate to be in their company at such an educable and transforming time in my life, but I am ever grateful.
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