My father dealt in stocks and shares and my mother also had a lot of time on her hands.
To be a member of the Communist Party is to have a taste of the police state. It is a diluted taste but is bitter and unforgettable.
My grandmother though, began to prepare in her own neurotic - and I think psychotic - way to face racism. So she taught us to be racist, which is something I had to undo later when I got to Michigan, you know.

