I was born in the 1940's to an immigrant woman, and a hard working black man.

Yes my mother was white, and it was quite a different world.

We had to be very careful, never knew how much I would have to endure in my life.

The year was 1942, my father was at work on the rail road.

My mother loved my dad very much, he saved her from a concentration camp when he was in the War.

Aug 7. 1942 my mother was at home pregnant with me, engaged in her daily chores.

My father, like I said was at work, at 10:08p.m. he received a phone call. Mr. Herbert.

"Yes this is he!" Is your wife Isabel Herbert? Yessir.

We just admitted your wife in the Hospital. I'm afraid that she has just gone into labor.

Oh my God! Is she okay? Sir she's...