Very interesting. My mother, during the war, drove ambulances, and trained others to drive ambulances. Stationed at Oxford, she was at the John Radcliffe hospital (then in town, off Walton Street) she witness a white US Sergeant racially abusing a black GI. She want and asked the GI if he was OK, and they struck up a friendship, and she and he would go to the movies once a week. After the war, they corresponded for a while. He the son of a Mississippi share cropper, Mum the daughter of a well-to-do rag trade Manchester businessman.
We were taught clearly not to discriminate on grounds of race, colour or creed.
Wow, that was so interesting. I will definitely add elements of this to my classroom discussion. Thanks for bringing this to my attention.
Very interesting. My mother, during the war, drove ambulances, and trained others to drive ambulances. Stationed at Oxford, she was at the John Radcliffe hospital (then in town, off Walton Street) she witness a white US Sergeant racially abusing a black GI. She want and asked the GI if he was OK, and they struck up a friendship, and she and he would go to the movies once a week. After the war, they corresponded for a while. He the son of a Mississippi share cropper, Mum the daughter of a well-to-do rag trade Manchester businessman.
We were taught clearly not to discriminate on grounds of race, colour or creed.