Is it a feeling or an expectation? Take me back to 1950 and you would find me up against a wall or in the back of a cop car because I am a white woman who loves a black man. They’d say I am in love with neither an expected nor accepted color. Why are we limited to other people’s expectations when it comes to whom we choose to love? If it makes a person uncomfortable, it’s taboo. If it causes uprisings, it’s illegal. We live in a world that is all about change, making progress, and new innovations. So why is it so hard for people to accept when an interracial couple walks into the room?
