The tearful TV glamor girl is in deep trouble for airing that opinion. Especially in this age of overwhelming social media yapping and endless TV blather. We’re constantly inundated with loud opinions, marches, prejudices, outcries, super patriotism and racial hatred.
Not many people today can hark back to the late 1920s and early 1930s. I can remember Halloween nights as a young kid in that Depression era. My newly-widowed Mom was on welfare … then called relief … and her $25 a week didn’t go far enough to buy her kids Halloween costumes.
She made them from rags and other odds and ends. I recall 1929 Halloween when at age 4, I was dressed in a suit and face blackened with charcoal, with white powder on my exaggerated lip area.
Was it prejudice? That was a year after the first talkie movie, The Jazz Singer, was in theaters. Al Jolson was the singing star, and my costume and make-up imitated his. We lived in a mixed Philadelphia neighborhood, with most families Jewish and African-American.
When I went out trick-or-treating with my big brother on Halloween night, I was praised by everyone of all races we encountered. My special routine at every house was to kneel and sing Mammy. Incidentally, I brought home a month’s worth of candy and more than $10 dollars in cash.