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They met at a jazz bar in Los Angeles, California. The year was 1941. Billy was a ranch hand who dabbled as a singer. Lisa was a secretary.
It wasn’t long before young Billy and Lisa crossed a line which, for most Americans, was unthinkable at the time.
Lisa was white. She had roots linking her to William Clark, the explorer who traveled to the Pacific Coast of the United States with Meriwether Lewis. Billy was black, the grandson of a former slave who had moved to California from Texas in the 19th century. They wanted to get married.
Curious to read how this love story ends? Read the rest here. Thanks for the link, Shannon!
Read My Letter to my Daughters, as featured on The Feminist Breeder, for my personal story about living Neither White nor Black.