The Official, Interracial Love Thread

[Surfah]

Gidget is Oregonian. I am hapa.

[Uncle Ted]

I don't know what the hell I am but have dark skin year around and, therefore, I must be a "dark, filthy, and loathsome" person. My wife, on the other hand, is a "white and (very) delightsome" northern californian that spends lots of time at the tanning salons trying to be a dark, filthy, and loathsome person like me.

[Surfah]

I don't know what the hell I am but have dark skin year around and, therefore, I must be a "dark, filthy, and loathsome" person. My wife, on the other hand, is a "white and (very) delightsome" northern californian that spends lots of time at the tanning salons trying to be dark, filthy, and loathsome person like me.

I got the Mark Grace complexion going on. At least in comparison to the rest of my family. I can only explain it as the Lamanite curse being lifted from me through my righteousness.

[LA Ute]

My wife is from Bountiful, a Nephitish-named city.

[myboynoah]

Very interesting.

The untold stories of Japanese war brides

My mother liked Bill, the soldier from Upstate New York who spoke to her on the streetcar. Liked him well enough, that is; she wasn’t head over heels. He was quiet and well-behaved compared with some of the American soldiers she had seen; he did not drink. She does not speak of romance, only of her desperation to get out of what she viewed as her hopeless situation in Japan. He was her opportunity.

. . . . . . . . . . .

It seems incomprehensible to me, as a mother, to let a daughter go so far away with a foreign man, knowing communication would be difficult and coming home almost impossible. But I also know that some families were large, and poor, and to send a daughter off with what they thought was a rich American was a tough but practical decision. America meant a brighter future.

. . . . . . . . . . .

My mother remembers vividly her second day at the chicken farm. She was pregnant with me. Helen, her mother-in-law, took her into the hatchery to see the baby chicks. They were a blanket of yellow fuzz in large drawer-like trays under heating lights. A potbellied stove nearby kept the entire room warm. What happened next made my mother sick. Her mother-in-law reached into that peeping sea of yellow and pulled out a chick that was deformed in some way, a runt perhaps or exhibiting some other sign of poor health. And she opened the door of the stove and tossed the chick into the flames. It made a popping sound. She repeated this several times while my mother struggled to stay upright.

At this moment my mother realized that life on the farm was going to be like nothing she had experienced or expected.

[BigFatMeanie]

Very interesting.

The untold stories of Japanese war brides

That was a fascinating read. I didn't have time to watch all the video shorts while sitting here at work, but I'm definitely going to go back and watch them later.

[falafel]

That was a fascinating read. I didn't have time to watch all the video shorts while sitting here at work, but I'm definitely going to go back and watch them later.

I read the article and watched one or two videos. Some of those stories are heartbreaking.