It wasn’t easy for my German grandparents to get married. He was a Catholic, she was a Protestant. Seventy years ago this was a real problem, and his family didn’t approve.
My father was from Ghana, and my mother is from a small Bavarian town. She is white, he was black. Thirty years ago this was still a major problem. After my German grandfather had learned about their relationship he did not talk one single word to my mother — until the day he died. He has never seen his grandson. Continue reading „Minority vs. minority or: The story of my family“