Let me tell you something that happened to me here two months ago. It's going to be a little hard to talk about this because I'm ashamed of myself, in plain English. One day, they came and asked me if I'd like to move to another room. And when I was taken to the other room, I saw Ada, a black lady sitting there in her wheelchair with her oxygen tank beside her. And we had a nice little chat, and I left.
But first thing I noticed was that she wasn't white like I am, which is the thing that stopped me from moving into the room with her.
And when I got back to my own room, I sat there and I said, "What did I just do? Rosa, you're not a nice person at all."
I felt very bad about that, so every time I went by her room, I would go in and sit and talk with her. ... I felt kind of warm every time I went in to talk to her. And we got to be friends.
When it comes right down to it, she is not one bit different from me. She believes in the same God I do. She has children, grandchildren. ...
Even as old as I am, you think you're not prejudiced, but all of a sudden you really find out you are. How stupid I was. 'Cause before you know it, it's all over. Thank God I had a chance to really get to know this wonderful woman.
http://www.npr.org/2014/02/12/275918145/at-102-reflections-on-race-and-the-end-of-life
