A Rare Display Of Anger From My Mother Poem by Saiom Shriver

A Rare Display Of Anger From My Mother

My mother was often silent, seldom outspoken but she and
my father hated racism of any kind. She would entertain the travelers from the NAACP to whom my father in the 1930's
gave pro bono work.

One day to a fellow Catholic who was Judaophobic she said..
'Did you go to Mass today? ' He replied 'yes'.
'Did you go to communion? ' Again a 'yes'.

'Well', she said 'that's one Jew you'll have to swallow'