My mother would say…
My mother would say, “I love the Blacks.” As if she knew them all. As if they were all the same.
She was, certainly, a product of her upbringing. Born in 1913 in St. Louis, Missouri, I don’t think Mom met a black person until she was well into adulthood. As with Jews, she’d been told things about them and had no experience to disprove those things. Until she met Blacks and Jews, like her son-in-law and the ladies who took care of her.
I’m glad my experiences are broader and deeper than Mom’s. She was a great lady nonetheless.