Editor, Gettysburg Times,
As a white male born in Baltimore, MD in 1945, I saw my share of racism in the '50s, '60s and early ’70s. Nearly everyone I knew were racists, including my parents. The N-Word was thrown around routinely. My mother had a "colored woman" come to my home once a week to clean. Domestics were given car-fare (street cars) and lunch, in addition to their basic pay. My mother had separate plates and utensils for her. Once, I referred to her as a 'lady' and my mother corrected me "It's colored woman, not colored lady. They are not ladies”. BTW, the ladies who came to my house were among the nicest and sweetest people I have met.