Earliest political memory of the day #133

When I was growing up in North Carolina, it was still very segregated. I must have been 5 years old when my mum explained racism to me and told me why my black friend wasn’t invited to the neighbourhood barbeque. I remember next time my mum invited them and all the white families were angry, some of them left the party. It really confused me.

Any thoughts?

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