When I was young my family moved to upstate NY. I believe I may have been 2 years old. We were the first interracial family most of the people in the small hamlet where we resided had ever seen. I believe according to my mother's accounting, we were a curiosity. At first we were greeted with screams of "niggers," and "nigger lovers." Trash thrown into our yard and all kinds of hostile behavior. My parents took to keeping a shot gun handy in case these neighborhood excursions esculated into something even more hostile. The area was quite rural and most of our neighbors were not as well off as we were. My father was a principal in the corporation where he worked in New York so we could afford to buy our large farm and a new car each year. What the neighbors thought they knew about black people wasn't reconciling with the true reality of what they saw. Property was supposed to go down as per their mindsets. However, my mother was quite the horticulturist. So, these neighbors were shocked to see the flower arbors infused with flowers of all colors and prize winning roses. Then one day they saw an antenna. Believe it or not, at that time, it was the first time our neighbors had seen television. Now, after all the hate they spewed their desire to see television superceded their hate. These neighbors started coming over and offering advice as to how to plant a vegetable garden, put chains on tires in the winter and survive the elements. Offering to cut hay in order to get a peak at TV. Before long they were sharing out livingroom watching Ed Sullivan and Red Skelton. Over tea and dessert these same neighbors found out that these brown complexioned people they so feared weren't that strange after all. They were just people. After that, things changed. The shot gun was put away and we even played with our neighbors children on occasion. Who knew television would save the day.