I figured I would confess....seems like a heinous crime in todays age of seeking politically charged personal indiscretions of anyone in the public's eye.
Even if it happened decades ago, and has not adversely affected anyone, whatsoever...
I was 12 in October of 1962, Cleveland Ohio.
Me and my good buddy Tom N. cashed our parents deposit bottle stash and between us raised about $1.28.
We hopped on our bikes and went to the penny candy store and blew half of it on sugary delights of all kinds.
Next door was a Magic Shop....
There was a Blackface make-up display....
We thought "Hey, wouldn't it be FUN to trick or treat in Blackface?"
I am pained to say, we did not think of the possible repercussions....in 1962, a young boy's thoughts were of
"Gosh, why does my Dad HATE the New York Yankees so badly?"
Comic book and Baseball card acquisition was high on the list.
Weekends hunting Turtles, Frogs, Mud puppies, marveling at a Beavers Den in a pristine
creek 2 miles away on foot. (Today it is pure sewage and discarded toilet seats.)
Sadly,we succumbed to temptation in the Magic Store....we purchased 2 tubes of greasy blackface make-up for about 60 cents.
Halloween evening my house, parents out shopping, we heavily smeared that goop all over our faces, eyelids, ear lobes. neck, hands.
It dried quickly...we could have passed....
It was a hit, we brought our heavy bags home, ran down the basement to sort out the "loot."
Went to the basement washtub to remove the face paint.
Good grief....we had pitched the instructions...
Rubbed our hands, faces raw with soap, detergent....it was tuff going to get that shit off...
My parents heard the commotion Mom threw a fit...Dad laughed.
An hour later most of it was removed, ....I had black in my ears, nose, eyelids for a week afterwards.
Looking back...I turned out OK after all....Hell, now that I have publicly confessed my "sin", I may give Trump a run in 2020.....:00hour
Even if it happened decades ago, and has not adversely affected anyone, whatsoever...
I was 12 in October of 1962, Cleveland Ohio.
Me and my good buddy Tom N. cashed our parents deposit bottle stash and between us raised about $1.28.
We hopped on our bikes and went to the penny candy store and blew half of it on sugary delights of all kinds.
Next door was a Magic Shop....
There was a Blackface make-up display....
We thought "Hey, wouldn't it be FUN to trick or treat in Blackface?"
I am pained to say, we did not think of the possible repercussions....in 1962, a young boy's thoughts were of
"Gosh, why does my Dad HATE the New York Yankees so badly?"
Comic book and Baseball card acquisition was high on the list.
Weekends hunting Turtles, Frogs, Mud puppies, marveling at a Beavers Den in a pristine
creek 2 miles away on foot. (Today it is pure sewage and discarded toilet seats.)
Sadly,we succumbed to temptation in the Magic Store....we purchased 2 tubes of greasy blackface make-up for about 60 cents.
Halloween evening my house, parents out shopping, we heavily smeared that goop all over our faces, eyelids, ear lobes. neck, hands.
It dried quickly...we could have passed....
It was a hit, we brought our heavy bags home, ran down the basement to sort out the "loot."
Went to the basement washtub to remove the face paint.
Good grief....we had pitched the instructions...
Rubbed our hands, faces raw with soap, detergent....it was tuff going to get that shit off...
My parents heard the commotion Mom threw a fit...Dad laughed.
An hour later most of it was removed, ....I had black in my ears, nose, eyelids for a week afterwards.
Looking back...I turned out OK after all....Hell, now that I have publicly confessed my "sin", I may give Trump a run in 2020.....:00hour
