Tearoom stings from the 1960s

When the haters hate, when the bigoted politicos try to drag us back there, when the warped logic and the lies and the bullshit starts to fly, it's worth remembering an uncle I never knew, and the moment when he knelt on the floor of his apartment, opened the door of the oven, and leaned in.

via www.metafilter.com

A great story that serves as a warning about what life was like just a couple generations ago.

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  • Just reading that intro I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut. Clicking thru to mefi trepidatiously . . .

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