smorgs wrote:
I remember when we got the first black girl at my convent - we were actually excited, I had personally NEVER met a black person until 1970!
I saw the first black person in the early 50's - we had British troops here.
(I saw more, when we drove on holidays in the "American zone".)
Since I've been visiting the UK from 1963 onwards, I became used it.
A somehow funny aside: the day after my parents got married in 1945, they decided to make a pilgrimage to a close-by village to thank that such could happen in those days. And because there'd been a reserve army hospital in the next town, my father thaught it to be a good idea to ask there for orders (he's been an army surgeon and 'lost' his old unit).
On the way there, about 3 miles away from home, my mother asked my father, if
that was now really one of the long announced of Hitler's secret weapons. And she got quite upset when father threw her (and himself and the bikes) after a short look in the ditch: it was an US jeep with black soldiers.
Two days later, my mother became familiar with black people ... since some divisional headquarters were in our house. [Father left then .... three years POW.]