Did I ever tell you about when I hung out with the daughter of the Chief of Police?
He was a white chief in a major southern city. Doesn't matter exactly where except it was the Deep South.
She was quite sweet. She became my best friend.
My parents had fought for civil rights in the 60's alongside some impressive people. It was a conversation she and I had once about our fathers' struggles with race and the work our fathers had done there in the South that began our friendship. We were in high school. It was the 70's.
She talked about the death threats made against her father. She confided in me how often her house had to be guarded by policemen because of threats made against her family.
She described a shootout that was covered live on TV, whereby they falsely reported that her father had been shot and killed in the line of duty, and she and her family fell apart. Her Dad walked in hours later -- not knowing that everyone was grieving his death.
Once on a live, local, talk show, her father was answering call-in questions. Someone called in and said he was stalking and planning to rape one of his pretty blonde daughters. Thank God, it never happened.
She knew that she had to be good, otherwise people would claim that she got away with stuff because of her father. Her whole family used to be republican, but none of them agree anymore with the republican party so they have voted democrat since the 80's. She is a strong environmentalist and her father is an advocate for womens' reproductive rights. He says he has seen too many young girls die from a coat hanger.
I love my friend. She is a deep and wonderful person. And I love her family.
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