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Oct 4Liked by Diamond-Michael Scott

Thank you. In 1968, during my first year of college, I fell in love. He was smart, good-looking, and we shared hope for a better world. I was from a non-observant immigrant Jewish family; he from a middle-class black family. My mom flew out to meet him and deemed him worthy (grin). She told me that we would have support from our family, but it would be tough. I had no idea at the time that a marriage would be ground-breaking.

But, as young people will, we drifted apart.

Fifty-six years later, and we are still friends. I like his wife, and he and my husband turned out to have much in common. Even in those tumultuous times, we were not making a "statement." Never occurred to us. Just two kids in love. I am so happy that intermarriages are mostly no longer an issue.

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Yes! I actually thought of you while writing this piece and channelled you to respond. Great story.

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