Steve (as 41oo) wrote:I'm reminded of stories I've heard in Norfolk (England) about black US servicemen during WW2. People would stop in the street and stare at them. They literally had never seen a black person before.
Out of the thread, but true:
on March 28, 1945, just an hour after my parents had married, they wanted to made a pilgramage to thank God that they were still alive, and my father got the idea, it could be of some good, if he got in touch with his commanding surgeon in the reserve military hospital in the next town.
(The pilgrimage chapel was in a village close by.)
When they were cycling along the "Reichs-Street No. 1", my mother in her Red Croos uniform, my father as freshly promoted surgeon lieutenant, my mother asked him, if that could be "Hermann's new secret weapon".
Even today she wonders, how fast my father wanted to through her in the road ditch: even if he hadn't seen many black persons rither, he knew, what a jeep with a star and three black uniformed persons inside meant.