![]() ![]() A world that may be safe and predictable but with the life wrung out of it. For if we stick to just ‘our kind’ we’ll simply exist in this insular, petty world. Electra, you’re right, these Russian women are not our kind. Priscilla, your father refused to speak a word of English, when he first came, only pointed his cane at what he wanted at Hildreth’s. Said she wasn’t trying hard enough to fit in. Archie, people talked when your grandmother wore her Dutch cap to church each Sunday. Extend the same hand others gave your forebears…. Hearing Russian spoken at The Tavern may feel wrong to you, but for God’s sake rise above it, dear friends. ![]() ![]() To ask for your patience and a drop of the milk of humankindness. “I’m not here to shame you, but to help you understand. ![]()
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