When I was about five years old, I thought the whole world was my home town. This lead me to believe that everyone I saw on TV was a resident of Circle Montana. I was pretty certain that my dentist was Steve Martin because he was thin with white hair. I also had no concept of race. I thought that a kid in my class was Eddie Murphy because he was funny and had a darker complexion than I did.
At the Catholic Church my family attended, we had a young priest with a beard and he would give the peace sign to the people who's hands he couldn't reach to shake in church. I thought he was Jesus Christ. He was so nice! Then he left and we got a priest who was old with white hair and a kind smile. I thought he was the other priest's dad. Therefore, he was God.
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My mother is from suburban Wisconsin, and in the 50's there were probobaly 6 black people that far away from Chicago. One Sunday morning she stood up on the pew during a church prayer to scream with joy that she had found a friend amongst the Presbyterians. "Look mommy, it's Aunt Jemimah!" and she pointed at the African woman who had come as a part of some mission church christian trade thing. She was spanked. A lot.
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