That’s my basic assessment of the whole movie.
Probably, and I have no problem calling it out for the bullshit justification that it is. I’m directly related to bigots in denial; I know all too well what it looks like.
Hell, I loved my Gram beyond measure, but I still acknowledge that when she was still alive, she was one of them.
Of course, I didn’t realize that until I’d started dating in my teens and she got very agitated when one date came to the door for me… and he happened to be a Black man.
Up until that point, I’d convinced myself that she’d ‘gotten over’ her prejudice out of her love for us, her biracial grandchildren. I was wrong; she’d merely made ‘special exceptions’ for us.
