My White Childhood Best Friend Was Forbidden to See Me — Until She Found Me 29 Years Later
When her parents picked her up the next day, their eyes bored into ours with disgust. Not only was I black, but my otherwise white cousins were one-quarter Japanese. In my last memory of Brandy, she swam away from me in the unheated pool we shared with the high school next door.
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