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Looking through old photos, I found out my mother once had a dog named Nigger. Yet she went on to marry my father, a black man

By Tom Tunon   December 2009

My mother’s family in 1945: bottom left, the dog Nigger

I was looking through old family photo albums recently for images to save digitally before they deteriorate. Unexpectedly, on the back of one faded picture, I noticed some handwriting. The wobbly scrawl was penned by my mother as a girl, and lovingly listed the names of those who appear in the photograph: Dad, Mam, John, Peter… Nigger.

Evidently, when she was a kid, my mum had a dog named Nigger. His murky outline is faintly visible in the bottom corner of the photo. Finding out the family dog answered…

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