Random Acts of Racism: One Love

Is your everyday living interrupted by hostile strangers?

I loved the idea of traveling long before my first actual trip. My maiden voyage in 1957 on Eastern Airlines was a happy confirmation of this eternal love. I was traveling from Idlewild Airport, baptized JFK in 1963, to Atlanta, Georgia with my younger brother, Barry and Aunt Lessie, our mom’s aunt. The flight attendants — stewards and hostesses back then — were solicitous, helpful, informative, and nice. They chatted us up and gave us wings. Aunt Lessie had bought us big red name buttons and pinned them on our chests, so the flight staff…