that it was a deal was when I was fourteen and fell in love with an african american who was fifteen. This was in the early seventies. I had never seen any kind of racial nor ethnic prejudice from my parents till then. I never saw any after we broke up because of it either but I KNEW it was there underneath from that point on. Harsh lesson. The weird thing was that it wasn't that they objected to him personally, but that they were afraid for what their little girl would have to deal with socially. I was totally shocked by their reaction.Still to this day....I wonder what ever happened to him. A great guy who loved Jimi Hendrix.
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