My Mom, who I think my oldest daughter favors, was born in 1924 in Orlinda Tennessee, graduated high school in 1940 when the family lived on a tobacco farm (plantation lite). She helped raise white people’s kids, did their laundry and housing keeping, and was being called a nigger every day. I marvel at the fact that she was able to graduate high school in the south under that kind of trauma. My Mom is gone now, but I don’t believe she was an atypical black woman. Blessed be those black Moms who were able to survive America to this day.