I Am So Sorry, Rosie. I Didn’t Know.

black maidThis is updated post. Please excuse the offensive word used in context in this story.

Rosie was beautiful, the first black woman I ever knew.  She tolerated my stroking her creamy, caramel-colored legs as she washed dishes or ironed. Her crisply starched cotton housedresses smelled just like sunshine.  Normally, I trailed my mother, but on the days Rosie was there, she couldn’t stop suddenly without my bumping her.  Rosie ate standing up at the kitchen counter with her own special dishes while I ate at the kitchen table.  I wanted to eat standing at the counter with her but wasn’t tall enough.  One day as we ate, she told me she had a little girl.  Pearl was three years old, just my age,  Three years old.  I was enchanted.  “Is she a nigger girl?”  Rosie’s face fell.

“Don’t say ‘nigger.’  That’s a mean word. Say ‘colored’.”  I was surprised Rosie corrected me, not knowing I’d done anything wrong.   I was also surprised to hear “nigger” was a mean word.  I’d heard it many times.

Rosie said no more.  I was relieved when she seemed to have forgiven me, soon allowing me to hug her and stroke her beautiful, smooth legs as she worked along.

It was years before I realized how deeply I’d hurt her.  I am so, so sorry Rosie.  I wish I could unsay that awful thing.

Addendum; I was raised in the deep South, before the Civil Rights Struggle began. My home was as prejudiced as any. I went to a segregated school and knew a black child. Should we meet on the street on the street, we just stared open-mouthed at each other. I believed the lie until I went to college and made black friends. My eyes were opened! Why is is so hard to learn that people are just people?

16 thoughts on “I Am So Sorry, Rosie. I Didn’t Know.

  1. natasha_black's avatar natasha_black says:

    At least you learned and saw for yourself that only difference is the colour of our skin but other than that we are all people really…please be kind to yourself you were only a child.

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  2. You were just a little girl. She taught you a valuable lesson. I’m sure she wasn’t upset with you personally. I grew up around someone who said that word a lot. My grandmother taught me never to repeat it.

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  3. I can’t answer your question Linda.My daughter is married to a British born black man and I have beautiful coffee coloured grandchildren. They are beautiful, and kind kids, never mean and I get very upset by racist remarks. But, racism is a two way street with my son in law’s mother not approving his choice of marrying a white girl and being mean to her throughout their so far twelve years of marriage. She’s areligious nut and I have nothing to do with her since she prayed over me, not caring whrther it wouold offend me or not. (it did). Hugs

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    • What a conundrum! I hope she doesn’t talk racism in front of those sweet children. I have met many mean Christians and mean people of other faiths. They forget the injunction “Judge not lest you be judged. When my father was dying, a man came in and prayed that Daddy could be forgiven of his sins so he could be healed. The last thing Daddy needed was to be judged as he lay dying. I threw the man out. That was so cruel.

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