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My Parents, the Propaganda Dealers

When my Black parents decided to sell racist memorabilia online, they saw it not as exploitation, but as the achievement of the American dream

A lawn jockey statue at Churchill Downs in Louisville, Kentucky. Photo: Rob Carr/Getty Images

I grew up around racist memorabilia from the Jim Crow era. It was sort of the family business.

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Oriana Koren

Oriana Koren

photo-enthnographer, writer & historian. more writing at: whostandsintheway.substack.com

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