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	<title>Comments on: Mildred Loving</title>
	<link>http://hugoschwyzer.net/2008/05/06/mildred-loving/</link>
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	<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 06:59:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: ks</title>
		<link>http://hugoschwyzer.net/2008/05/06/mildred-loving/#comment-336277</link>
		<dc:creator>ks</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 12:48:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I grew up in Appalachia and I always knew that some people had issues with interracial relationships.  Most of my family was of the opinion that we could be friends and hang out with whoever we wanted, but please don't bring one home as a date.  And they were considered enlightened and very tolerant by most of my friends and their families.  

So I knew exactly what I was getting into when I married my non-white husband.  Mostly, my family and friends from back home have reacted much better than I expected and they all love my husband, although I found their rationale for it being okay kind of odd and a little funny.  Because, except for the fact that he is very dark, he isn't &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; black because he isn't of African descent.  He's Sri Lankan, so that makes it okay, apparently.  

Mostly we don't really have to deal with too many issues, though.  There is the occasional dirty look from random strangers (usually elderly) but that's really about it.  But, that's only possible because of people like the Lovings, who were willing to deal with all of that just to be able to be together and who paved the way for the rest of us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I grew up in Appalachia and I always knew that some people had issues with interracial relationships.  Most of my family was of the opinion that we could be friends and hang out with whoever we wanted, but please don&#8217;t bring one home as a date.  And they were considered enlightened and very tolerant by most of my friends and their families.  </p>
<p>So I knew exactly what I was getting into when I married my non-white husband.  Mostly, my family and friends from back home have reacted much better than I expected and they all love my husband, although I found their rationale for it being okay kind of odd and a little funny.  Because, except for the fact that he is very dark, he isn&#8217;t <i>really</i> black because he isn&#8217;t of African descent.  He&#8217;s Sri Lankan, so that makes it okay, apparently.  </p>
<p>Mostly we don&#8217;t really have to deal with too many issues, though.  There is the occasional dirty look from random strangers (usually elderly) but that&#8217;s really about it.  But, that&#8217;s only possible because of people like the Lovings, who were willing to deal with all of that just to be able to be together and who paved the way for the rest of us.</p>
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		<title>By: Flippanter</title>
		<link>http://hugoschwyzer.net/2008/05/06/mildred-loving/#comment-335471</link>
		<dc:creator>Flippanter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 21:01:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was in college when I learned that some people objec to, or are suspicious of, interracial marriages (some friends of my parents were one).  At the time, I felt embarrassedly naive, but there are worse things to be than naive.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was in college when I learned that some people objec to, or are suspicious of, interracial marriages (some friends of my parents were one).  At the time, I felt embarrassedly naive, but there are worse things to be than naive.</p>
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