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The Family of William Pettiford, my great- grandfather, of North Carolina. He and his wife and children moved from Indiana to Detroit in 1906.
My great grandfather William Pettiford, passed away in Detroit before I was born. I later learned he was buried at Detroit’s Elmwood Cemetary, which was walking distance from where I lived for many years.
That’s me on the far right. I remember my 5th birthday party even to this day. This photo was taken in front of my house located in LaClaire Courts Housing Projects in Chicago.
As a student in Highland Park High School, I was never taught African American history, although the school was integrated. Back then, there was some interracial dating. I graduated in 1967, just before the Detroit riots.
As I got older, I tried to stay in the sun as much as possible. I thought that if I were a shade or two darker, people might stop questioning my race.
As an infant, I had sandy brown hair. From the very beginning, people questioned or misidentified my race.
Mensa is a high-IQ society—an international organization for individuals who score in the top 2% on standardized intelligence tests. It was rumored that my mother, Virginia, was a member. In her spare time, she delighted in correcting grammar errors in newspaper articles—just for fun. Brilliant and meticulous, she could type over 90 words per minute on a manual typewriter, yet she never learned to swim, ride a bike, or drive a car.