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Like one of my FAVORITE movies, dear tec (peace, luv)!!!! There are few movies that I can watch more than once/twice, but that one... I can watch over... and over... and over...

EVERY main character has me ROTFL! Chris Tucker (Ruby Rhod), Gary Oldman (Jean Baptiste Zorg)...

MOF, I think I'm gonna pop in the DVD tonight, so THANKS for the reminder, luv!

Peace!

YSSFS of Christ,

Shelby

Okaaaaay, dear Zoe (peace!)?? Very few purebreds on this planet anymore. Well, in the western parts of it, anyway...

Peace!

Your servant and a slave of Christ,

Shellamar

Hitler wanted purebred Arayans but he didn't succeed. If they were anything like him who would want that type of race!!

Hitler himself was not a 'pure' arayan. (or is that a rumor?)

Peace,
tammy

You know, come to think of it, MY son is relatively dark-skinned ("hershey" color)... but was QUITE "white" as a baby, and very light as a child - LOLOL! This isn't unusual, though - in my culture, we have a custom: look at the baby's ears and fingernail beds to tell what his/her TRUE coloring will ultimately be - LOLOLOL! I think dear Miz Shirley (hey, girl! Peace!) might even corroborate!

LOL!!!!

That was the first thing my mother-in-law told me when my first son was born.
He was pretty blue and pale after a hard pregnancy and delivery ( had toxemia).

She said press down on one of his fingers by the nail bed or knuckle and the color around the bed or the knuckle will be his skin tone, LOL!!!

She was so right.
My oldest knuckles were dark as well as the middle son.

But the youngest now... LOL, I kept pressing and pressing and said, he's gonna be my white baby! LOL!

Which is funny this subject is here because although he's fairer than the other two, and his hair is darker now, sine we have moved here several people have asked what his ethnicity is.

They asked him if he was " Roma"??~ or Romani??

Which I initially thought was Romanians, until Shelby helped me understand what they were and I looked them up and WOW!!!!

My son is a gypsie without the blue eyes anymore, LOL!!!!!!

And there's a whole lot more of them in my family, lol!!!!!

Just wanted to share,
Love y'all Justmom

Here is a book about the Roma people by a Journalist in the UK.
http://www.amazon.ca/Place-Call-Home-Travellers-ebook/dp/B00E3DX9ZI/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1382722080&sr=1-1&keywords=No+place+to+call+home

Thank you, Shelby! I am delighted now on two counts: firstly, that I am not alone in seeing so much of the western attitude to gypsies as racist, and secondly, that you and I are in agreement! As my mother used to say, "hang out the flags!"



I suspect that there are in fact many things on which you and I agree. We just don't always find them!

By the way, let me apologise for the typos that keep cropping up in my posts! My iPad has a mind of its own!

Anyone notice the coloring on the little boy on the cover?

Folks should be ashamed...

Peace... and thanks for sharing that, dear Zoe!

A slave of Christ,

Shellamar

Well, then, here you go, dear one (peace!):



or...



or, if you prefer...



Peace... and kudos to Mummy!

YSSFS of Christ,

Shellamar

I was very fortunate that my father was an exceptionally unusual man, very tolerant of disadvantaged people of every sort, though intolerant of any form of conceit or pretence, and so I grew up in an atmosphere where everything was openly discussed, and often people were helped.

Gypsies knew our house as somewhere they could always get water, and where my mother would always buy their clothes pegs. They used to come near our village a couple of times a year, I think, their caravans on the wide grass verges on the bends in the road. (All gone now. The road's been straightened and widened and the flowering grass verges all concreted over, but this was back then, in the fifties.) anyway, one summer my father decided we should learn to ride, and we learned to ride bareback on gypsy horses, helped by gypsy boys!

Ah. Memories! So I am hot to the defence of prejudice against gypsies, and truthfully many times in my life I've encountered them very favourably.

Lol! Really good flags, Shelby, and our Union Jack, too!

Thank you!

Interesting. That little blonde girl reminds me SO much of my granddaughter.

Yes, it's common for blondes to get darker-haired as they age - I did. But here's something interesting. My sister was married to a Choctaw indian who had light brown hair and green eyes, and I suppose would have been considered good-looking if he hadn't been a sh*t. Anyway, her first baby girl was this beautiful little olive-skinned girl with light brown hair, green tweety-bird eyes; everyone fell in love with her.

When the second baby girl came along, she was this casper-the-ghost-skinned, blue eyed little white girl; except she had this big shock of black, coarse, Choctaw indian hair which stood straight up. I could tell my sister was embarrassed and disappointed by it. Well, in about a month or so, all that hair fell out and came back in blonde. Not sorta blonde - tow-headed blonde. And she has always remained a blonde. I thought that was very unusual.

Speaking of my sister and racism - she always was a racist (which doesn't make sense to marry another race if you're racist). Anyway most everyone I grew up with was racist to some degree - blacks and whites. We would not have harmed each other, but we were taught not to mix. When I was a witness, I tried a few times to help my family see how wrong that was, but it went over like a lead balloon and caused a lot of distance between us for years.

Then a few years ago, guess what? My sister's third daughter married a black man and they had a little girl. Everyone fell in love with that little girl - my sister, my parents, everyone. I am actually surprised that they took it so well; but that's what it took to soften them up a little bit - she's one of the best things that ever happened to our family. We buried our father last year, and although he had many great grandchildren, only pictures of two of them made it into his casket - and that little girl was one of them. Just thought I'd share.

That is a beautiful story, Ataloa... thank you for sharing that.

Love, really, is what overcame their racism and prejudice... because they loved that baby girl, they could not hold onto their prejudice and racism, and hold it against her.


Peace,
tammy

Love... and travel: those are some things that can help us overcome our prejudices (peace to you, all!). Those, and for some of us, Christ.

And what a wonderful "gift" that baby turned out to be, dear Ataloa (peace, luv!)... in more than one way!

Peace, chikkens!

YSSFS of Christ,

Shellamar

If just don't understand racism.

People are people. That's all there is to it.