I usually don’t talk much about politics around here, or period. However, I’m bracing myself for the onslaught of horrible comments from my extended family on Thanksgiving. My son and I have an escape plan, me that involves spending less than 90 minutes in their company.
this weekend, I watched a PBS show on the fall of Saigon. I was pretty young at the time, so I only have vague memories of it. More than 120,000 Vietnamese fled, but the question was what to do with all the refugees. President Ford worked the phones, called in some favors, and found places in Canada and the U.S. for the refugees to live. Interesting. I’d be curious to know how much opposition Ford faced from the general public.
Sometimes I am ashamed to be an American, especially a white American.
Speaking of white, I had an interesting conversation today. I went to the nail salon and the lady who was doing my nails commented on how pretty the color looked on me. I laughed and said it’s probably because my skin is so pale now winter is here. She told me how surprised she was when she first came to America and saw all the white people going to tanning beds because in Vietnam, they have places they go to make their skin whiter. She said that in her country, I would be treated like a princess because of my light skin, eyes, and hair. That’s just so sad.
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