Honeymooning… While Black

On January 6, 1996 returning from our honeymoon, my new husband and I arrived at O’Hare Airport. Holding hands, we departed our flight.  Outside the gate stood an African American limo driver holding up a bright, colorful handwritten sign, “Welcome Home Mr. & Mrs. Wilson”.  Those departing the plane and waiting in the boarding areaContinue reading “Honeymooning… While Black”