White Americans Fail to Address Their Family Histories

[Aristus]

54. It's impossible for me to ignore my family history. I'm only two generations removed from the Klan.

One night in San Antonio, Texas, while my parents were dating, my mother's two uncles invited my future father out to "meet some of the boys".

My Dad was in the Air Force at the time, and stationed at Randolph AFB.

The three of them were walking out to the car when my Dad saw a number of shotguns laying across the back seat. He realized they were taking him to a Klan rally. He told me years later that he did a "Ooh! Look at the time! Forgot I've got duty tonight!" number, and beat it back to the base as quickly as he could.

My father had his own racial hangups and prejudices, but he never stooped as low as the Klan, thank goodness. My mothers two Klansmen uncles have been dead for decades, and I hope their filth has finally been purged from my branch of the family tree.