The Vile, Racist, Slave-Owning Heritage of the Confederacy

[Lobo27]

24. Sometimes people refuse to change...

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I'll use myself as an example, I'm half white and half Mexican. My mother comes from the south, and as result most of her family is from the south. When she married my father she was practically disowned by her parents. Luckily her siblings were not like her parents and are part of our family.

I'm 30 now and I still remember when she used to cry at night and my dad was consoling her. I'll never forget his words, as long as my children and I love you its all you need.

To this day in my life I have only ever met my grandmother 3 times and those times she never called me by name, Pedro. I was simply kid. One of those meetings was during the holidays, my siblings and I received nothing, but my cousins did infront of us.

As time passed my grandfather has slowly come around to the point that came to the birth of his first great grandchild. But my grandmother refuses, which is fine, it is her loss to remain bitter.