No. Way.

True stories about my familys adventures in ignorance.

While visiting our maternal grandparents, I remember being

in a McDonald's in Little Rock, AR where a black

woman asked my Mom who's child I was.

She replied "Mine."

We have been refused service at restaurants all over the country. 

In the late 80’s my siblings and I went to a club and were refused entrance because the doorman thought our drivers licenses were fake. Peppered with f-bombs we laid into the doorman, demanding to speak to a manager advising him to call our Mom (who told him he was an idiot) to tell him what her kids looked like. We were allowed in with a $100 comp tab.