I was talking to my mom last night and she wanted to make sure I knew and remembered a story about my great grandfather, who grew up in Jacksonville, TX. He was very lucky to escape being tarred and feathered by the #KKK and having his store burned down in the 1930s. His awful crime? He served black women and respectfully called them by their full name, i.e. Mrs Johnson instead of just Annie. That’s all it took to get on the list back then. That’s less than 100 years ago.