Joseph Rachal

This is a Great show! I remember when I first found out that I was Black in a Grocery store stand at an end cap playing with some toys and a little white boy joined me, his mother abruptly rushed over and grabbed her son, mind you, I’m a very lite complective skin kid, damn near white. My father is a Louisiana Creole and my mother cinnamon brown lady. What a day that was and I still didn’t know why, nor did my mother react to it. I was at least three and a half. I remember a lot of things at this age and younger.