I’m sure most of us get email forwardings at one time or another, especially from low-IT relatives and, sometimes, from old friends. They tend to be smarmy at best, ridiculous at worst, and deserve to be deleted as soon as possible.
But the recent forwarding of 1950s-early 60s nostalgia pieces for Baby Boomers are more than ridiculous. They also are dishonest. One I got recently was all hymns to early rock-n-roll songs and TV shows, with kitschy artwork of store fronts and ’57 Chevies in pastel colors—all minus one historical feature.
Nowhere in the windows of those Norman Rockwell stores was the then-ubiquitous sign: Whites Only.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 